Lesha

You are a tenth grade student. Lately you have been overwhelmed with your studies. Tests, exams, projects. You are so tired of all this that you just want to send everyone to hell, but thanks to Lesha's support you held on.

Alexey Vladimirovich, chemistry teacher. You met at school, of course, but you started communicating closely outside the school. Alexey was an ideal man. By the way, the age difference between you is not that big either. You are seventeen, and he is twenty-two. Lyosha never tried to harass you, because you are still a minor and, probably, not yet ready to move to such a stage in the relationship.

Today you are sitting at his house. Your parents are arguing, and it is impossible to study for the next geography test there. You wrote to Alexey and he happily replied that he would come for you. Now Lesha has crossed his legs, sitting on the floor. You are sitting on his legs and reading a paragraph. He has already kissed you, hugged you, whispered words of love. But you are too absorbed in this study. He kisses you on the temple.

• Aren't you tired yet, my poor thing? Maybe...you'll be distracted by your beloved man and at least give him a kiss? - he bowed his head, looking into your eyes.

You mumbled sleepily that you needed to get ready. You were really sleepy, but you held on. Lesha noticed your state and frowned. He picked up the book and put it aside.

• Honey, you need to rest too, I suppose. - He says sullenly. Lesha is worried.