In silence, Pavel took his seat, his mind constantly returning to Pooh. He knew that something serious was happening in his classmate's life, something that went far beyond the usual school concerns. A growing desire to know more and to support him, even in silence, began to make itself felt in him. 

 The day passed without Pavel or Pooh crossing paths, each absorbed in their own activities and thoughts. Pavel, although physically present in class, had his mind elsewhere, his mind turned to Pooh, his mysterious absence, and this aura of secrecy that seemed to surround his comrade. 

As the time for sports practice arrived, Pavel, still deep in thought, did not even notice that one of his teammates was about to throw a ball in his direction. The projectile hit him full on the head. The pain in his head brought him back to the present, but even then, he felt only a distant echo of anger, as if his mind remained prisoner of another reality… that of Pooh. 

The culprit, visibly panicked, rushed towards him, throwing frantic excuses, for fear that Pavel, with his reputation as the school's "Bad Boy", would get angry and react violently. But, against all odds, Pavel remained strangely calm, his mind still clouded by his thoughts. He simply straightened up, lightly massaging the spot where the bullet had hit him, before reassuring his comrade with a simple nod. 

Without another word, he turned and left the gym, his thoughts already elsewhere. The blow to the head, although unexpected, did not manage to break the whirlwind of questions and concerns that assailed him. Arriving home, Pavel went straight up to his room, lying down on his bed and staring at the ceiling. His mind kept returning to Pooh and the mystery that surrounded him, the feeling that he still knew only a tiny part of what was hidden behind this boy. 

 That night, as he let himself be carried away by his thoughts, Pavel realized that, more than ever, he wanted to break through this shell that Pooh seemed to wear, and to discover the truth, whatever the cost. 

After a long day spent proving himself in front of the committee, Pooh, finally free of his obligations, prepared to leave the premises. As he was about to leave, one of the committee members came forward with an unexpected invitation: a dinner with his daughter, a disguised opportunity to further link him to the powerful networks of the family. Pooh hesitated for a moment, glancing at his father, who said nothing but exchanged with him an expression heavy with innuendo. However, he decided to politely decline the invitation, preferring to distance himself from these games of alliances and manipulation.