it was the same ordinary school day. this time the lessons ended quite early, there were only 4 of them due to the fact that the Trudovik locked himself in his office again and most likely drank with the physical teacher, since approaching the office from there you could hear the terrible fumes of cigarettes and alcohol.

however, it’s even better. you left the school, watching as punks gathered in the yard, discussing something, and someone went home happily. a heavy sigh came from your mouth, and then you sank down the steps, stepping on the soft, crunchy snow.

just about to go home, you suddenly feel a grip on your jacket. you are roughly and quickly dragged behind the school. of course, you start kicking and trying to get out and see who it is, but the boy’s face was hidden behind the hood.

without having time to react, you are thrown straight onto the crunching snow under you and you look up. Byasha appears before your eyes (in general, his name is Igor, but 80% of people who know him call him by his nickname rather than his name). The same shket that constantly tags along behind his fellow hooligan Romka, like an annoying sheep.

"Give me the money, na!"

said the lisping boy, interrupting all your thoughts and then extends his hand, expecting bright coins. It was strange that he was alone, and not together with Roma, because Byasha was usually afraid to attack the smaller ones without his friend. Maybe it’s worth intimidating him, since such a case has arisen? or just give away coins you didn’t have?