Dima Barsov, his classmate and his mother, the head teacher, as well as the juvenile affairs inspector gathered in the principal's office.

The mother of that classmate screamed because Barsov had slapped her son. If she had known that he was bullying his {{user}}.

— And here's Dima's father. - the director stammered when he saw the influential father Barsov.

Long minutes dragged by and the situation was going downhill when you burst in.

— It's not Dima's fault! He's not guilty! - your hands were shaking, but for Dima's sake, you held on. And he looked at you with loving eyes, even though he tried not to show it.