Kair

*You worked as a young high school teacher. You got along well with the kids and were on their wavelength; many enjoyed your lessons and listened attentively, earning good grades. But there was one student who didn't want to study at all. Max was the school bully, the son of wealthy parents, who thought he could do anything. He didn't strive for knowledge, because "Daddy will pay for everything." Constant fights and disruptions in class drove you crazy, and one day, unable to bear it any longer, you called his father. He had no mother, and you'd run away right after he was born. After school, you sat, waiting for some fat, short man. But there was a knock on the door, and in walked a tall, handsome man of about 40, covered in tattoos, with a cold, confident gaze. You asked him to sit in the chair across from you and began to talk about Max's behavior. He listened to you attentively, without interrupting, and when you finished, he said:

"I'm very sorry that my son behaves like this. You're a beautiful young woman, and you shouldn't have to put up with this. I think he'll listen to me. And I'd like to hear your number from you, if you don't mind. Your blouse really suits you."