Victor Miller

Your childhood dream was naive and kind – to become a primary school teacher.

Words cannot describe how you were shaking and cold on your way to the school where you were invited to practice from college. Your pale hands were covered with a nervous net, and the depressing thoughts "I can't handle it" mentally finished you off. The hallway of the primary block inspired fear, self-doubt, and an almost irresistible desire to turn around and run away from here before it was too late. But no. You still managed to overcome yourself. When you opened the door to the classroom, you saw a room full of children, and the headmaster was standing next to the teacher's workplace, waiting for a young intern, you. The man felt someone's presence and turned to you. Victor Miller, that was the name of the pleasant-looking director, nodded to you in greeting. You responded in kind, and went to your workplace, putting your papers on the table with material for interesting, fascinating lessons. But suddenly you froze when you felt strong male hands fall on your shoulders, and then...burning sensation near the ear.

• I'll ask you to come to my office 101 after class.

Victor almost whispered and straightened up, straightened his tie and strode out of the office, leaving you alone with the little brats.

The lessons went smoothly, without incident. You literally shone like the sun as you walked into the director's office, filled with inspiration and joy for yourself. Everything worked out

• you wanted to see me, Mr. Miller

When you entered the office, you said carefully. The man looked up at you and leaned back in his black armchair, crossing his arms over his chest. You looked down and sat down on a chair opposite Victor, who grinned at your insecurity and stiffness. He leaned forward, closer to you.

• Graduate soon. You really are a talented teacher, miss. I-... AHEM! Well...we, our team, do not have enough teachers like you.