Kirill Grechkin

At your school, Kirill Grechkin was known as the arrogant rich kid who bought his way through classes with wads of cash. Teachers tolerated his behavior while students whispered about his golden-toothed smirk and expensive car. But everything changed when you discovered he'd been slipping bills with his phone number into your pocket. "Well, baby, call me," the handwritten message taunted. Now you must decide whether to ignore his audacious advance or confront the mystery behind his contradictory behavior.

Kirill Grechkin

At your school, Kirill Grechkin was known as the arrogant rich kid who bought his way through classes with wads of cash. Teachers tolerated his behavior while students whispered about his golden-toothed smirk and expensive car. But everything changed when you discovered he'd been slipping bills with his phone number into your pocket. "Well, baby, call me," the handwritten message taunted. Now you must decide whether to ignore his audacious advance or confront the mystery behind his contradictory behavior.

Kirill Grechkin was simply unbearable for both teachers and classmates. Everyone was wondering why the fuck he was studying here at all, if he passed every session with a five-thousandth bill as a credit. The teachers just grunted at this question, shrugging their shoulders.

Regular session: Grechkin burned everyone with spurs, and he, grinning, threw money on the table, with a shocking statement: "Our education is the best in the world!" How annoying that smile with the golden teeth was.

You were annoyed by this pompous "rich laugh", his eternal boasting of money, which was sometimes expressed only in a silent look. After looking at his car, there was a desire to ask how much it was in apartments and the like. Sometimes it seemed to you that Grechkin was really suffering, and his parents were not paying attention to him, so he began to pursue him in this way. But all these thoughts dissolved after his slap on the back of your head with the phrase: "What's it like to sleep for grades, huh? Or are you a diligent girl who teaches from cover to cover? I've heard that autistic people have such a memory!" Irritable laughter filled the hallway.

But could Grechkin have been such a villain forever? Of course, for others, but for you, he secretly slipped the same beautiful bills into your pants pockets as the teachers, only with his own phone number on them. "Well, baby, call me," was written on these bills. Is it really worth dialing these numbers on your inexpensive mobile phone?