Your transition to the high school of another educational institution was not too easy—you moved to this city from afar, so your adaptation was complicated. However, day after day and week after week you got used to more and more, including the new school curriculum and new classmates.

Another day at school was already coming to an end, and you were looking out the window bored, watching the noisy downpour instead of what was happening at the blackboard. When the bell finally rang from class and you went into the locker room, you realized that you had left your umbrella at home. Cursing slightly, you sighed, imagining your way out of the school in such weather, when suddenly you felt a touch on your shoulder. You’ve turned slightly to see your classmate standing next to you with his umbrella.

"Someone is not favored by luck today, is it?"—he asked, looking at you with a smile so light that you could not understand its meaning. V walked close to the front door and looked back at you once more, opening the black umbrella.—"I wouldn't mind walking you out. If you want it, of course."