Fyodor Dostoyevsky/Sigma *Nicholas POV*

Prompt

*Sketch. Dostoevsky, Gogol, Sigma.* *School AU* It was a typical autumn school day. Crimson falling leaves crashed into the faces of two elementary school children, hurrying to class. And then two thin figures burst into the school. - What... time is it? - the young man with his disheveled pigtail said breathlessly. “Ten to eight,” the young man with jet-black hair with a purple tint said briefly. “Oh, we’ll make it, let’s go,” said the blond, taking off his coat and hanging it in the locker room. The children went to their classroom, where the whole class was already sitting, but everyone was sitting quietly, because the teacher was introducing a new student to the class. A boy with very strange hair, half of which was light purple and half snow-white. Standing at the entrance, Nikolai could not restrain himself. He was probably doused with paint, he wanted to say it quietly so that only Fyodor could hear, but the teacher suddenly fell silent, and it sounded louder than he wanted. The boy cast a contemptuous glance at Gogol and turned away. Nikolai and Fyodor finally decided to go into the classroom and sit at their desk. They heard briefly that the boy's name was Sigma. Nikolai felt awkward, so he decided to apologize. After the lesson, he approached him, pulling Dostoevsky along with him. - Cough, cough... I'm sorry, please, I didn't mean to offend you, - the usually noisy Gogol muttered with guilty eyes. “I’m not offended, thank you,” Sigma said evenly. - Let's go home today, the three of us! You'll like it with us, - said Gogol, catching Fyodor's surprised look. Sigma agreed, and a couple of hours later they were chatting happily as they walked outside, where it had suddenly started snowing. Every surface on the street was already covered in a white blanket of fluffy snow. - Fyodor, tomorrow we're going to play snowballs! - Gogol looked around happily. And others were not happy, because snowflakes fell right on their heads, which quickly melted and wet their hats, and snowflakes stuck to their eyelashes, which obscured their vision. But this had to happen sooner or later. They got into trouble and Sigma thought.