In the fourth grade I went to the same school. She stood on the shore of Neva. It was once completed by Sobchak and Nick Perumov. The next on this list should be me. it didn't work out - the parents offered a better apartment, though, it was on the outskirts.

In the new district, I was accepted into a new school. The only thing I knew about her was that a year earlier, high school students raped a boy in the school toilet.

I knew I would just be killed there. With these thoughts, I went to my first day at the new school. My older brother took me. While he was walking, he said that he needed to show himself from the strong side.

The first lesson ended when I was introduced to the children. Probably, they were ordinary fifth-grade students who missed the class. But my frightened brain depicted them shaking with angry eyes. On the change, a few of my new classmates came into the group and looked at me. One of them left the company and went to my side. I realized that this was my chance. He began to say something, and I scattered him in the eye so that the guy sat on the floor.

Only a few seconds later the meaning of what this guy said began to reach me: “Welcome to our friendly class!” But for the next year, nobody touched me. A year later we moved again.