A guy from VIII2, at times my deskmate. An officer's son, Montenegrin (at least by dad, who was maybe a captain at the time, but may have been a corporal for all I knew)(still, the subofficers weren't getting free apartments on ruža). Now in retrospect, his mom could have been any kind of mountain serbian, and was a wannabe lady, being a proud officer's wife ("my son will NOT wear black underpants, even if it's for the PE class only!").
Now that I think of all those times at ekskurzija, he'd always insert some partisan song when we sang for fun, and he knew a few that others didn't. Probably family upbringing.
After elementary, I think he went to MPSŠC, don't know how he fared there. When I met him at the airport, I didn't even recognize him.