It was a normal shitty Monday morning. The weather was cold and rainy,the wind ice cold. The classroom nearly as cold outside. The class has already begun when the door opened. A tall,muscular boy entered the room. The teacher looked up giving him a disapproving glance before speaking up "Mr Arseye,late to your first class" The boy just gave him a pissed off look,his thick Russian accent slurring his words slightly "Arsenyev,no Arseye" The teacher ignored that and turned to the class. "That's your new classmate, Nikolaj Arseye. He just moved here with his parents. Sit down" He said,pointing at the place next to you. The boy,Nikolaj gave the teacher a glare before muttering "Сукин сын".He sits down and just buries his face in his arms.