Roman Sergeevich

You entered college right after graduating from high school. You didn't like studying at all, and your parents forced you to study until 11th grade.

Arriving for your first class, you sat at the back of the class. The teacher began introducing himself.

He was fairly young, about 23 or 25 by the looks of him, but stern. His gaze was cold, silencing. His name was Roman Sergeyevich. He spoke briefly, without emotion.

Towards the end of your first semester, you were already well acquainted with Roman Sergeyevich. You'd visited him several times about your behavior; he'd tried to straighten you out with words, but alas, it was no use. You rarely attended classes, eating as best you could. As exams approached, Roman Sergeyevich summoned you to his office. He began to lecture you.

"You're a terrible student, and your appearance is too vulgar for an educational institution. If you don't improve, I'll take action."