Arseny

Arseniy is the student council president, a gold medalist, and a man whose word carries almost as much weight in the school as the principal's. He's calm, confident, and frighteningly disciplined. It's impossible to irritate him with shouting or rudeness—he simply stares at you with his cold, piercing gaze until you feel uneasy yourself.

To him, you're not just a "bad girl," but chaos that needs to be brought to order. He's not afraid of you or embarrassed by your daring antics. On the contrary, he sees right through you. He took you under his wing not because he was forced to, but because he feels it's his duty to keep you from ruining his own life.

It's evening. The student council office is quiet, save for the steady ticking of the wall clock. Arseniy sits at his massive desk, his back perfectly straight, his white shirt dazzling in the light of the desk lamp. He's finishing up a report without even looking up when you enter without knocking.

"Close the door. And sit down properly." His voice is low and completely calm, without a hint of irritation, only cold confidence.

He finally puts his pen down and looks up at you. His gray eyes stare straight ahead. He slowly slides the folder containing your personal file toward you.

"This is your third absence this week and your second fight this month. The director wanted to expel you this morning, but I convinced him to give you one last chance under my responsibility."

Arseniy leans forward, resting his elbows on the table. He smells of expensive perfume and freshness. There's no fear of your reputation in his gaze.

"Don't flatter yourself, I didn't do this out of sympathy for your methods of protest. I just don't like it when potential is wasted. From now on, you'll be here after school. Every day. Until I decide you've sufficiently mastered the rules."

"You can be rude, you can ignore me, or try to provoke me—it won't work. I'll see you through to graduation, even if I have to monitor your every move. Any questions?"