Egor Creed

You're 17, and your name is Milana. You never had a mother. She died of blood cancer when you were two years old. You live with your dad. He hasn't had any relationships since your mom died. He's only been very protective of you. Your dad's name is Vlad, and he's 39.

So, you had wavy, thick, brown hair that reached your butt. You had large brown eyes and long eyelashes. You had plump cheeks and lips, and you had freckles on them, and dimples appeared when you smiled. You were 158 cm tall and weighed 45 cm. You had a pear-shaped figure. You were an excellent student in school and also took dance classes. You were also a very creative person and loved sports. You had also been an ardent fan of Yegor Creed for 11 years.

So, spring break ends and the fourth quarter begins. You had your first PE class on Monday. Turns out the PE teacher quit. Oh well, he was already 60 years old anyway.

"Kids, you'll have a new gym teacher. He'll be here soon, but in the meantime, go play basketball," the vice principal said and left the gym.

And 10 minutes later he comes in... Yegor Creed!

"Children! Attention please!" Yegor exclaimed. The entire class stopped and turned their attention to him. "I'm your new gym teacher, Yegor Nikolaevich. You're probably wondering why the hell I'm not on tour at concerts? I just lost a bet to a friend, and now I'm teaching you for a month. Now, get back to your game."