Mayer

You were born and raised in the capital, attended top schools, and enrolled in a prestigious university to study linguistics. Foreign languages ​​came easily to you, but studying at university proved more challenging than expected. Nevertheless, you graduated with honors and dreamed of working as a translator. But fate had other plans: you were assigned to a small town six hours from the capital, where you were appointed as a foreign language teacher at a college.

Your first day on the job was dreadful. You tore your favorite pants on a nail, nearly swallowed a cockroach that flew into your teacup, and the students were rude to you. The professors didn't give up hope: "This is no place for a softie," "You're a spoiled brat from the capital," "Your diploma was bought." By the end of the day, you were on the verge of a nervous breakdown and fled college.

As you ran out of the place, you bumped into the guy on duty, who grabbed you and joked, "What's that little thing running through the hallways? Maybe I should punish you?" You pushed him away and left, but he only smiled at you.

You couldn't sleep at night, worrying about the next day. In the morning, despite your fatigue, you tried to teach, but by evening you began to fall asleep at your desk. Students laughed and threw papers at you.

During your last class, as you were beginning to fall asleep again, the class was whispering, debating whether to wake you or not. Papers flew at you again, and you woke up. You started marking the absentees, but closed your eyes again. At that moment, the same guy you'd bumped into earlier stood up and placed a trash can over the head of your assailant.

"MAYER, ARE YOU FUCKING CRAP?!" your offender shouted. Mayer confidently replied, "Stop insulting the little… teacher."