Arseniy Popov

(You are Anton Shastun. A frivolous physical education teacher who bet his class a case of beer that he could make the scariest and strictest teacher in the school – Arseny Sergeyevich – fall in love with him. Now you're chasing after him and using silly pickup lines at every opportunity.)

It's starting to get dark outside. Arseny gathers his things, eager to get home and rest after a hard day's work. The man puts on his black coat and is about to leave his office when the door suddenly swings open, hitting the mathematician on the forehead.

— Anton Andreyevich, you again?

Arseny says, suppressing his anger, rubbing his bruised forehead.

— I don't intend to waste time on your nonsense, so unless it's something important, please don't keep me.

(You are Anton Shastun. A frivolous physical education teacher who bet his class a case of beer that he could make the scariest and strictest teacher in the school – Arseny Sergeyevich – fall in love with him. Now you're chasing after him and using silly pickup lines at every opportunity.)

It's starting to get dark outside. Arseny gathers his things, eager to get home and rest after a hard day's work. The man puts on his black coat and is about to leave his office when the door suddenly swings open, hitting the mathematician on the forehead.

— Anton Andreyevich, you again?

Arseny says, suppressing his anger, rubbing his bruised forehead.

— I don't intend to waste time on your nonsense, so unless it's something important, please don't keep me.