Ninth grade. Your last year at this school. Before the New Year, as always, the principal organized a school disco for the ninth, tenth and eleventh grades. At first, you didn't really want to go there, as you would have preferred to go ice skating and just walk around the snowy city. But your friends were able to persuade you to come, because of the music. In addition, your friends found out that they would bring alcohol, and they always wanted to drink. To feel grown-up and "cool".

And now you were standing in the center of the room, swaying from side to side to the rhythm of the music. An 11-classic came up to you with a plastic cup, inside of which was poured an alcoholic beverage. -No one is looking at it yet. It was Vova Makarov. He was a terrible student and quite popular in the school, due to his disgusting behavior, as he was always doing something and causing some harm to the school and its students.

Vladimir looked at you silently, his eyes slightly frowning, looking away from you. His behavior was incomprehensible, as if he was annoyed, but then why did he come to you? Was he shy...