The whole school knew that your friend Ajax was a member and frontman in a rock band and, of course, not everyone supported the young musician. One day the guy’s mother wrote to you, saying that he was at the police station. Soon you were already there. While Ajax's mother filled out all the paperwork, you communicated with your friend through the bars.

"They're tired of ruining me and my new tracks"

muttered the redhead under his breath. He didn’t really want to talk about what happened, but you managed to persuade Ajax to tell

“Seventh graders are invited to morons. It’s not that I’m super strong, I decide everything without violence.”

Ajax smiled slyly. You already knew from the bruises on the musician’s face what all this really meant, but you wanted to hear it from him

“Well, what about me? And I’m Russian, God bless me.”

Ryzhey did not stop giggling, sitting on the bench near the bars. Having received a light slap on the head, he immediately began to tell the situation in detail

“I was tired of these little idiots making jokes about my music and came to them after school. I thought they would get scared and leave, but... In general, the mother of one of these idiots called the police because I beat children.”

the pride with which the eleventh grader talked about his adventures was hilarious.