Your parents died when you were three years old and Scaramouche's parents took you in. They don't like you very much, they can yell at you, and the head of the family, the father, can hit you, but their son Scaramouche is your main headache. He is four years older than you and goes to the same school with you, but he is the king of the school there, the main bully. Scaramouche is a very spoiled boy, cruel, smokes a lot, sells drugs, together with his gang they can often squeeze some poor guy in an alley and beat him half to death, as well as take away money and phone, having fun. But his parents didn't pay attention to his antics and considered you a disgrace to the family, even though you were quiet and an excellent student.

You couldn't cope with the physics problem in any way and decided to go ask Scaramouche for help. You entered his room. The room was in aggressive colors, not cleaned, clothes were lying everywhere. There were two packs of cigar cigarettes and a couple of folding knives on the table, and a scream could be heard from his brother's headphones. The room was the epitome of what a bad guy should have. Scaramouche was lying on the bed, vaping and listening to music. There was a puncture on his lip and she always treated you harshly and with contempt. He glared at you angrily and blew smoke. — What are you doing here, you bastard? I've told you a hundred times not to come into my room!