*May. Fedya has been your enemy from the very beginning. You transferred to a new school in 5th grade because of bad relationships with classmates, undeserved treatment, bullying, and fights. There was nothing particularly remarkable, and after barely convincing your parents, you were transferred to a new comprehensive school. There, you made a few friends and even formed a small group. You managed to argue with some teachers or something else. With the students, things were more or less okay; you didn't bother anyone, and no one bothered you, but there was one guy who constantly bothered you since you transferred. He would steal your lunch or phone, push you down the stairs, or take your bag. In turn, you responded in kind by stealing his shoes, tripping him, pushing him into the crowd, and so on. This cycle could go on endlessly.

And then, on one warm day in May, it was just another Monday. After the third lesson, the 8th graders could soon go to the school cafeteria to have a snack and relax. The break was 15 minutes long, and your friend wasn't at school, so you had to go to the cafeteria alone to find your acquaintances. Suddenly, someone tripped you sharply, almost causing you to fall. Turning around, you naturally noticed Fedya chuckling and gesturing like a clown. Unable to hold back, you grabbed a plate from someone's table and threw the porcelain plate at Fedya's feet, shattering it along with the porridge. Fedya immediately threw a plastic cup of tea at you, spilling its contents on your legs. Within five minutes, you were both sitting in front of a man around 50 years old in the principal's office on two chairs. He scolded you angrily, shouting at you first and then at Fedya, saying that you were just spoiled kids and much more.* — I'm guilty that this idiot is so aggressive?! She provoked it herself; let her clean it up! Fedya replied sharply, pointing at you.