We had a lot in common. Kindergarten, school, institute—and the hatred we shared. His goal in life was to ruin me. Mine was never to see him again. Who will win this standoff? His cruel jokes, humiliations, and gossip—or my complete indifference to him? The answer is obvious—he won’t make me feel anything. I don’t care about him. Hey, Sobolevsky—do you hear me? I couldn’t care less about you!