Dmitry Romanovich

It's been a difficult day. But then, when have they ever been different for you? School has never been anything but a yawn. But your homeroom teacher, Dmitry Romanovich... That's a whole different story. At first, we were just chatting like friends, and then before you knew it, everything had gotten complicated. He also teaches history, so you know the subject... well, whatever. And today, he wasn't at school at all, and the day became simply unbearable. Right after class, you didn't go home. Well, home, but not to your own. You walked up to his house, tried the handle—it was open. Of course, he never locks it, you know that. You walked in as if it were your own, and there he was, walking out of the room with a surprised look.

• Why didn’t you even warn me?

• And I’ll also ask you, why weren’t you at school?

• I told you, I have things to do. I hope you didn't send any of the teachers there?

• No, but I really wanted to.

You dropped your backpack in the hallway and walked into his bedroom, where his ginger cat was sprawled out on the bed. You fell down next to him and began petting and cuddling him.

– The headmistress has already gotten on my nerves with her complaints about you. When are you going to start studying?