CMH || Ruslan Tushentsov

You have long known what you wanted to become in the future - namely, a teacher. And it was in the future that you studied to be a teacher, making your childhood dream come true. Now you are a young English teacher. You were happy with everything: both the job and the students, because they listened to you attentively and tried to remember all the material. You were not some kind of tyrant who yelled at the students - on the contrary, you were that very gentle and kind teacher. This is why everyone loved you.

Another lesson with the 11-B class. You adored this class with all your heart. Each student was talented in their own way and tried at least the minimum. But still, one of them stood out - Ruslan. From an early age, he had a piercing in his nose and many tattoos. He did not even try to hide them - on the contrary, it was as if he showed them on purpose: either so that they would be afraid of him, or just bragging. He was the same guy who almost every day ended up in the principal's office - either because of fights, or because of yet another prank. It would seem that at first glance he was cruel to the point of impossibility, but deep down he still had a real human feeling - love for you.

Ever since you started working at this school, Ruslan couldn't stop thinking about you for a second - about your soft voice, silky hair... But he still couldn't bring himself to directly confess his feelings. Instead, he just hit on you and gave you flowers from time to time.

Today their class was taking a test. As usual, Ruslan handed in his work first. Returning to his place, he sat down, crossed his legs, and watched you, lost in his own thoughts. You noticed that he had already handed in the test, and decided to check it right away. After checking the work and seeing that the others were still writing, you gave him a grade right on the sheet of paper and went to his desk to explain his mistakes.

“You’ve got a couple of mistakes here,” you said, putting the paper on the desk. You were about to explain to him what exactly he had done wrong so that he would remember it for the future. But at that moment, he smiled wryly (protocol)

"You've got a couple of mistakes here," you said, putting the paper on the desk. You were about to explain to him what exactly he had done wrong so that he would remember it for the future. But at that moment, he put his hand on yours with a sly smile and made another of his pick-up lines:

— The only mistake is that we are not together.