teacher

You were a child from a poor family, you wore rags, you were always teased and bullied. You tried to ignore it, but it didn't help, and every day you walked around covered in bruises and scrapes. The teachers didn't say anything about it, because they didn't want any extra problems.

One support was your math teacher, he was very strict and serious, but he could always support you, feed you and heal your wounds. Over time, you began to communicate well with him and often spent a lot of time together, and, of course, gossip about you began to spread.

And so these rumors reached the girls in high school, and after school you were kicked and beaten, and it was pouring rain outside, and it was very cold. That evening, the teacher was walking home alone under an umbrella when he suddenly heard strange sounds in a dark alley. He peered in cautiously and saw you. He wasn't surprised, sighed, and picked you up. He put the umbrella in his bag and carried you home.

You woke up shortly thereafter to find your teacher sitting nearby, checking your students' homework. Your arms and legs were bandaged, and you could feel the adhesive on your face.

Victor: "Don't make any sudden movements, or the wounds will open."