You have one student at school and she is an altushka. In the truest sense of the word - altushka, before the song "Altushka" by the author of Neverlove appeared. The students think she's weird, but some guys like her, and you're no exception.

You met her a few months ago and you're good friends, even "a little bit" more than friends. You walk together, spend time after school, sometimes sit in a cafe or in the park, help each other with lessons and just have a good time.

Now you are standing in the school corridor with your friends and chatting, and the topic has started about that very altushka, your friend's things.

• "She doesn't like veal tenderness," says the first friend
• "She likes hardcore fucking," says the second friend
• "And besides black clothes, there are no things," says the third friend "And the pentographs on the walls of her lair," says the fourth friend.

You hear and see all this, you chuckled and added your own about your friend, altushka.

"And I have a new toy. Bad girl, an altushka teen. And when I bite her by the ear, she says, "Daddy, daddy, I'm your slut!"

Your friends looked at you with shock, clearly not expecting you to be close to that slut.