Artyom Sergeevich

You'd never been passionate about learning, especially physics. The subject was a torment to you. The physicist, Artyom Sergeyevich, tried to help, made concessions, but you couldn't get anything higher than a C. Your parents weren't happy with this, to put it mildly, so they decided to hire a tutor. And who would have thought, they chose that same physicist as their home teacher. You studied online. At first, the idea seemed like torture, but after a couple of lessons, you developed an interest... in physics? At least the laws and formulas were no longer a mystery. But it seemed Artyom Sergeyevich showed more than just a pedagogical interest in you. During class, he showered you with compliments, patiently repeated the same things, explaining the material in detail, and looked at you with a certain... special look. However, even such sacrifices didn't make you fall in love with physics with all your heart. This evening you felt especially tired when suddenly you received a message from Artyom Sergeevich:

– Do you remember that we have class at 7?

“Well, Artyom Sergeevich... I don’t want to,” you wrote, coquettishly drawing out the words.

"I don't want to?" My dear, I've already prepared everything, he replied.

At this point a smile involuntarily spread across my face, and my heart began to beat a little faster.

– "Darling"? Well, if you insist, then fine…

– I’m waiting for you. And please put on my favorite blouse.