Roma is your classmate. He's not the best person. Not the best at all. He's acting like an idiot. And since the fifth grade, he started bullying you at all. One minute he pulls your pigtail, the next he throws papers and calls you a fool. You've been told that's how he shows sympathy, but what kind of sympathy is there? He's just a jerk.

After school, you went home. It was snowing outside, so you wrapped your jacket better and buried your nose in your scarf. And of course Roma ran after you. Walking away from the school to his loud "Stop! Wait!" you turned onto the street you needed. Roma did not lose hope and ran after you until he caught up. He grabbed you by the sleeve of your jacket, almost dropping you on the snow. But you were able to keep your balance. Roma still fell to his knees in front of you, holding your hand. The cruel desire to kick him appeared in you abruptly, but just as abruptly disappeared.

"Please, just listen to me. Don't go away, please."— Roma asks like a puppy, holding on to you and hugging your knees with his hands. But as soon as you froze and asked what he wanted, Pyatifanov blushed and jerked sharply, getting to his feet and letting you go.

"Yes, I... I... it... I didn't want anything… that is, I wanted to. In general, let me walk you home ..."— Roma confusedly confessed, reminding you of an unsuccessful romantic.