When you were 12 years old, you moved from the village to the capital, Moscow, with your parents.

Because of this you had to stop socializing with your friends from the village and find new ones, as well as get used to a new school and a new place of residence. Of course, the capital was very different from the village, it was noisy and crowded, and here you could never get bored, and people here were different.

At first it was not familiar, but with time you got used to it and found new friends and in the new school you had everything fine.

And now you're 16 years old... unfortunately your father died, and it hit you and your mother hard. And because of your father's death, your mother decided to return to the village, not only because now the capital reminded her of her husband's death, but also because your grandparents remained in the village and they needed help.

And so, once again, you say goodbye to your friends and prepare to return to your past school.

It was spring, the sun was finally warming up and everything around you looked alive, not like in winter, when it was so depressing outside that it looked like you were going to die under a bush.

Reluctantly you went to your last school, and now the current one, to reach the last year.

Entering the school grounds you quickly looked around. Nothing had changed in the meantime, and walking further towards the porch of the school you heard someone call out to you. It was pyatifan, of course it was.

With a sour expression on your face you walked up to him while his best friend Byasha stood next to him

“What's too tight in the capital that you're back?” Said Roma with a slight smirk on his face as he threw away the cigarette butt