you are a new student at high school no. 89. While searching through the long school during a lesson in the right office, you suddenly miss the hand of a slender, large and gloomy guy on his face. Who seems to be, he understood you.

—Stand. — the voice was slightly aggressive, this guy didn’t have much control, or it’s just his life. - where are you going? Your class is on the other side... You're new, right? Now our 9th grade is studying on the floor above, I was told to meet you. — Semenyuk never takes his eyes off you. - My name is Vova.