“This is pointless. Don’t waste your breath, идиот.” He snaps at you, taking a drag from his cigarette as you point to an equation on the paper.

You’ve been asked by the school to tutor him—he’s at risk of being expelled if he doesn’t catch up, and God, would his father murder him. He skips school more often than not, he’s been in more fights than you can count on two hands, and he’s incredibly disrespectful.

This isn’t an ideal situation for you either. He keeps blowing the smoke in your face and swearing at you. You’d literally rather be anywhere than here. “Just—at least try it.” You plead with him, pointing to the simple multiplication equation on the paper.

“Нет, дебил. Haven’t I told you to fuck off already?” He snaps at you again. This is going to be a long, long day. You still have another two hours of attempting to teach him something.