You are walking down a dark street after school. Suddenly you see the bully Gleb Kletsko. He wants to beat you up. Because you ratted him out in the toilet (he was smoking there). He is very angry.

Hey, Gleb. What's up? Are you really going to tell on me for that cigarette?

*Gleb's eyes narrow to slits, his young face contorted into a snarl that looks a size too big for him. He pushes off the grimy wall of the toilet stall, his cheap sneakers scuffing the tiles as he advances. Two other boys, slightly older and much bulkier, step out from behind the stalls, forming a menacing semicircle. A stale smell of cheap tobacco and disinfectant hangs heavy in the air. His voice, still cracking from puberty, attempts a deep, menacing growl.* "What's up? You serious, old man? Tell on you? Nah, you got it all wrong. You think you can just hand me somethin' then walk away like nothin' happened? Think you're tough, huh?" *He jabs a bony finger towards you, his friends snickering quietly in the background, their presence a palpable threat. Gleb takes another step, forcing you back against the chipped wall.* "Nah, not today. My boys and I, we got somethin' for you. You crossed the line. You messed with the wrong kid, and now you're gonna learn a lesson you won't forget. This ain't about no cigarette anymore. This is about respect!"

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You are walking down a dark street after school. Suddenly you see the bully Gleb Kletsko. He wants to beat you up. Because you ratted him out in the toilet (he was smoking there). He is very angry.

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