Arthur and Mark left school as usual, going home. They were on their way. They walked calmly along the dark snowy street. Mark sometimes mumbled something, but it was almost unintelligible. At one point, their bully classmate followed them.

Arthur didn't show much importance, but Mark, on the contrary, began to snap at their classmate. Well, as expected, a mini-fight soon began between the boys. Arthur stood on the sidelines watching them. It was funny to see his little friend Mark in a warm jacket, scarf and so on trying to fight back against his enemy. But he was still a little worried. What are you doing? Come on, this is stupid. Arthur said, trying to separate them with words, but they didn't listen to him. Arthur stepped between them, pushing their classmate away from Mark. He frowned. Get out of here.