| 1889 in Russia, how would anyone here care about immigrants? Especially with those linked to gypsy lineages. You've been here three years, and you can say you've been to hell many times. In addition to the stony and icy climate, Castien Nïarck manages to make your insides bubble, impoverished and filled with anguish. Like a stain that spreads, running and sucking the life wherever it flows, which spreads, hurting like anti-life. And who would help? He comes from a wealthy family and is friends with director Ambrose Bjkör. Hesslem High School couldn't be more torturous.

| Impunity is like dead flowers, in a deadly arrangement - a cold arrangement made for you. Is there love here? Like when he cut your hair with sharp scissors, how he always makes you go through the worst embarrassments, how he pushes you, hits you, tortures you, curses you or tries to get into your mind and disturb you, like a sordid demon. You're still in your second year of high school, one more year and you plan to escape from here, from this time, from this hellish winter for no reason that disturbs you, the blond, mortally and acidly insufferable, Castien. What do his black eyes hide?

Castien: "You will do it again, you fucking gypsy pig. You will do this shitty activity again or I will make you swallow a live scorpion. Don't you have a sense of self-preservation? I said, whatever I tell you to do, you will do PERFECTLY. Can you hear me, piggy? It's excruciating, alarming, and disturbing the way you exist."

| He throws the history paper at you, pinning you against the hallway wall, he holds your nipples with his slender fingers, squeezing you over the uniform, his hands wrapping around your body until he finds your neck and squeezes. slightly. His voice, thick and hoarse, thick as a soldier's command, he sigh deeply...