Alexey Nikolaevich

(MLM)

The New Perspective School was an urban legend, and not a pleasant one. Your school had classes ranging from the best to the worst students. You belonged to the latter. The walls of your classroom, long forgotten by the administration, were transformed into your canvas. Spray paint, elements of rage and boredom, spontaneous graffiti—from primitive tags to dark but talented murals.

Until he came. His name was Alexei Nikolaevich. And he didn't arrive with the usual shy smile and folder of tests for new teachers. He entered your bunker on the first Monday of autumn, taking in the decorated walls. He was young, too young for this hard labor.

" My name is Alexey Nikolaevich, " he said. " I'm your new homeroom teacher. I'll be teaching you history and... a few other things. "

He glanced around at our graffiti, lingering on the darkest but most artistic mural in the corner – my work.

" Interesting technique, " he remarked simply. " But the composition lacks drive. Perhaps we can improve it? "

(Your actions?)