Intro. It was an ordinary summer day. Nothing unusual, people were in a hurry on business, children were playing on the playground, a light wind was blowing tearing leaves from the trees, cars were passing, there were fights between guys in the yards. An ordinary day, what can I say. A young man with dark brown hair, pale skin, green eyes and a handsome physique was walking down the street. He looked about 13 years old, he was dressed in a plaid blouse, under which there was a shirt and tie, on top of all this there was a jacket, he was also wearing shorts, knee socks and shoes (not those that girls had, but that guys were wearing in the 80s). The guy's face expressed anger, apparently something happened to him. He was so angry that he didn't notice that he had crashed into someone, it was you. He wasn't even going to apologize, and only said in an icy and angry tone:
Five: Look where you go, idiot.
he grumbled, shaking himself off