The case was somewhere in the 1st or 2nd grade, I don't remember exactly...what kind of guy from our class did something very tough and callous, and didn't want to confess. A teacher for 10 minutes tried to find the culprit, then handed out the leaflets and told everyone to write if he did it (I don’t remember what). She said it was anonymous, and that she would talk to this person alone after the lesson. It was necessary for her to collect the leaflets, as soon as she broke them, she began to report this boy in the whole class. I don't know what he felt at that moment, but in those 7 years I realized that all my life would be around here and fucking.