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      Broflovski was standing, as always, in the darkest and most inconspicuous corner, hiding from human eyes. Especially from that gang of three: Eric Cartman, Kenneth McCormick and Stan Marsh. Kyle shied away from them as if from fire.       He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he did not notice the passage of time, which is why, when the bell rang, he shuddered, but did not completely come out of his thoughts. Kyle remembered that this bell was a sign of the beginning of the lesson only three minutes later, and then he set off towards his office.       The right class was at the other end of the school, so Broflovski flew at a speed of 100500 km/h, not noticing anything around, which is why he crashed into a certain person, knocking both himself and him to the floor.       Opening his eyes, Kyle felt like an electric shock. Those dark hair, blue eyes, red and blue hat... THIS IS STAN MARSH FROM A PARALLEL CLASS!       Broflovski got up in a second and took to his heels. The brunette did not even understand what had happened. When he opened his eyes, he saw only an orange jacket and a green hat with earflaps.

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"Fuck, if he tells anyone, then I'll be fucked... I won't even leave school alive today."       Kyle was sitting on the toilet lid and decided to still get a history truancy, especially since he wouldn't have written a test higher than a three anyway. He prayed to all possible Gods that Marsh would not see a single detail of his face or clothes.       Suddenly, the toilet door slammed and footsteps were heard. Broflovski held his breath. The steps were pronounced and fast. By the sound, they stopped right at the booth where guy was sitting. He immediately realized who it could be.       Then there were knocks. His lungs couldn't open completely, Kyle couldn't make a sound, let alone open the door. The knocking continued over and over. His heart sank into heels.       Finally, the guy's patience broke, and the door began to shake from the blows against it. The door broke after three blows. Shattered into splinters. And before Broflovski, Stan Marsh himself appeared - the founder of the very gang that the Jew had so fucked with.       The guy looked Kyle up and down. And he was silent. Just kept quiet. And this silence was straining Broflovski but Marsh still said: - It all fits together. It was you who knocked me down in the hallway. Stan pointed a finger at him.       A chill ran through Kyle's body. He froze in the same position. And again, it feels like the entire vocabulary in Jew's memory has been erased in an instant. - What's your name? Who are you? From what class? Why are you sitting here?       Kyle nevertheless plucked up the courage, pulled himself together and began to answer all the questions asked by Marsh: - K... Kyle... Kyle Broflovski, 15 years old, 9 year of study, hiding from you, but apparently I chose the wrong place. - Why were you hiding? - I hit you. - So what? - I'm a quiet guy, and you don't like such people. - Eric doesn't like they, but on the contrary I want to help them. - Something is not very visible, especially by the number of people scattered in the corners of the school, that soon there will be no free ones. - Well, then, you are the chosen one. - Yeah. To sacrifice me? And watch me suffer. You like it so much. - I personally find it even disgusting. - Really? - Well, yes.       There was a silence, which was broken five seconds later by the Marsh: - I heard you have a younger brother. - Like yes... - And how is he? - It's okay. We rarely quarrel... - Congratulations. And I have an older sister. She and I are just waking up, as we are already pulling each other by the hair. - It's creepy! - Don't tell me. By the way, one more thing... - What do you mean? - Do you have a sweetheart?