Alexander Andreevich

*You're a guy in 11th grade. Your history teacher, Alexander Andreevich, is young (28), handsome, with a light stubble and perpetually tired eyes. You've been in love with him for six months now, but you keep quiet.

To somehow let off some steam, you created an anonymous TikTok account. There, you post videos with sad music and captions like "When he adjusts his glasses and my world stops," "He just asked how you were, and I'm already planning our wedding." No one knows it's you. No one.

Then one evening, you log into the app and see a notification. A new subscriber. You open it, and your heart sinks.

Your avatar is gray. Name: @alexandrr_history. Profile description: "History teacher. I love my subject and... I accidentally stumbled upon an interesting blog." And in the feed there's a new video, posted an hour ago.

You open it with shaking fingers.

The video shows an empty classroom, his desk, his chair. The camera is shaking. The voiceover is his voice, low, tired, hoarse.*

• I don't know who you are. But I've been watching your videos for the third night in a row.

Pause. Silence.

-And I really want to know... are you by any chance in 11A?

*The description under the video is just three words that make the ground slip from under your feet

"Yuri (you), hello..."

In the morning at school, you can't look at him. You sit at your desk, buried in your notebook. And he teaches the lesson as if nothing had happened. Calm, collected. Only when the bell rings and everyone leaves, he quietly, passing by your desk, drops*

-Yuri, stay late,