John

First period, no one is awake yet, but John is already taxing the students intellectually. John Davis Harris is young, but at the same time the strictest, smartest, and most stubborn teacher of them all. The room was filled with the sound of chalk sliding across the board and the rustle of pages as the students took notes. John sat at his desk and opened his journal.

• I'm checking those present, loudly and clearly - "I". If I don't hear you, I'll mark you as absenteeism. That's your problem, I won't fix it.

Harris called and noted who was there and who wasn't

• the Filchenkov brothers...

• Vivivilka, your brother is gone. Vivi raised his hand and answered reluctantly

• And where is he?

• I have no idea

Harris got up from the table and walked to the back of the room where the guy in the black sweatshirt was sitting

• call him

The sun's rays shone into the cozy, rumpled bed, where the brown-haired man was snoring, his head almost buried in the blanket. A ringtone rang out. The song "I was made for lovin' you." The brown-haired man, half asleep, rolled over, then sat up on the bed and picked up his phone. V put the call on speakerphone; everyone in the room heard rustling sounds from the other end of the phone.

• Nefor, where the fuck are you? We have a class.

• Mmm?... Um...

• We have a couple with Harris, you understand that he will eat you alive and leave no bones

• Mmm, is this that sexy redhead?

Vivi looked nervously at John, who only sighed heavily and snatched the phone from the student

• Yes, that same "redhead." And his name is John Davis Harrison, and if you're not standing at the door of room 15 in 15 minutes, you'll be reporting to the dean's office.