On his way down the stairs, Ivan ran into the custodian. "Aren't you supposed to be in the gym?" Said the man, in a gruff New York accent. He reached out and grabbed little Ivan by the shoulders, leading him down the stairs towards the gym. "Let's go, little man." 
Ivan balked, barely processing what was going on at all. "I-I....I vasn't... I only...." He stuttered, fumbling over his words and forgetting his English in his panic. Before he knew it, he was in the gym with the other kids. A hushed giggle ran through the room as some of the other kids started to laugh at him, and he blushed deeply, looking down at the floor.

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