“So, I made this one flamethrower with a lighter and a can of compressed air last year, you know, as you do—”
“Literally no one does that, Andy,” Yuri said, pressing the bridge of his nose with his fingers as he leaned against his study table, listening to whatever nonsense it was that André’s got to say. “Those kinds of things are what gets you expelled.”
“Except that wasn’t the reason why I got expelled.”
Yuri just pressed his lips into a thin line, his patience wearing off. “And what did?”
“I punched the owner’s son in the face while we were having a flag ceremony.”
“Right. And you’re proud of that, how?”
“‘Cause he’s a d**khead?” André said as though that couldn’t have been any more obvious, the triumphant smile on his face only broadening. “But shits aside though, what the hell
