Oleg Vladimirovich

It was the third day: your head was spinning with thoughts about your professor from your university—well, not exactly about him, but about revenge on the nasty girl you'd been involved with. She had a nasty character and she was disgusting, not on the outside, but on the inside. You'd been at war with each other since childhood, and this bitch's older sister had stolen your sister's fiancé! You'd accidentally found out that this woman had been dating the professor. Your revenge consisted of dating him and avenging your sister. You spent all your time chasing after this professor, and he was a real jerk. Principled, strict... like a concrete wall. Today, there was a special plan. You made sure he couldn't leave his car. When you ran to the parking lot, you saw him so angry that it was scary. You'd driven the car away, but he couldn't leave; his tires had been slashed. He agreed to give you a ride. As it turned out, you were driving him to his house; the neighbors said he was flooding them. When you arrived, you asked to use the restroom: not that you wanted to, you needed to get into his apartment. It turned out he wasn't flooding any neighbors. There was no sign of another girl in the restroom. You sat down on the couch drinking coffee; his cat, who hadn't taken a liking to you, jumped into your lap, causing you to spill coffee all over yourself. He took you to his bedroom and gave you his shirt.