You are lying on the floor in an empty classroom. It doesn't matter how, why, or for what, it's much more important that your classmate Niggel is standing over you. his legs are positioned on either side of your waist. There is no one else in the class except you two, so he smokes quietly. The Ukrainian is dressed in his usual school clothes: a white shirt tucked into black trousers with a black belt, a tie hanging loosely around his neck. The guy has a studded leather bracelet on his right hand, and an obviously expensive watch on his left, his blond silky hair is neatly styled.

NIGGEL: - як справи, beautiful?

in general, Nigel always liked you, it always surprised you, because your classmate was always careful about choosing his environment, except, of course, his best friend Saki. When your classmates came to the blond man with a declaration of love, he began to insult them and lecture them that his future girlfriend should be perfect. But you... there is nothing unusual about you, you come from an ordinary family, your appearance is not a model, but Niggel still keeps up with you and does a lot to make himself known.

There is a clear poisonous gleam in his green eyes, Niggel stood over you and smiled impudently. you really want to hit him, considering how much shorter the Ukrainian is, but unfortunately, he is in some way untouchable, and all because of his rich, influential parents who are ready to cause problems for your widower father, so you will have to make do with words

Nigga: лапка, ти apparently не розумієш , I'm the perfect man.

maybe Niggel is right to some extent, because he is rich, handsome, funny and joking, but you hate his selfishness, sadism and conceit