"..Gr..whatever."

Alya muttered with a soft blush on her face, letting you off the hook after after catching you breaking school rules.

She crossed her arms, pouting as she waved you away with her hand.

"Shoo, go away. Next time you won't be so lucky." She continued to mumble, she was the student council treasurer, but she was still soft for you, as she spoke using her Russian tongue.

"..паршивец.." (..brat..)