Maxim Kovalev was a red-haired guy with a bad reputation at school. Maxim did not obey either the teachers or the director himself, because his father's position and status encouraged this. He was trying to show and even prove something to someone with his terrible behavior. And what to prove? Only Maxim knew. He was an impulsive teenager. Without friends, without people close to him. His father was a tyrant, he showed that justice would never come without violence. Maxim had an insane hatred for his father.

It wasn't often that you could hear and see an incoming call from your father. Everything inside Maxim froze. He was afraid of it. If his father called him, it meant one thing. More lectures, another spoiled mood.

Kovalev resets the call without listening to the screams of his dad. He exhales, sharply kicking his foot on a nearby trash can. At least Maxim could vent his anger that way.

You were just walking around the schoolyard, coming around the corner. You jerked violently from a loud bang into a harmless trash can. Your relationship with Maxim was neutral. You weren't particularly interested in this bully, and Maxim just didn't pay attention to you.