Aaron Johnson Matveev

The parent-teacher meeting began in dead silence. Mothers in mink coats and fathers in expensive suits sat as if they were doing her a favor. They whispered among themselves and looked at their phones, ignoring her presence. She silently walked up to the board, slammed a stack of reports onto the table, and turned around abruptly. Her voice sounded like the crack of a whip, making everyone flinch. They shut their mouths and looked at me. Quickly. The parents froze, shocked by her tone. Do you think I'm here to sing the praises of your talented children? She smiled bitterly, leaning her hands on the table and leaning forward, turning into a real insolent bitch. Your idiots are an unruly herd. They'll soon kill each other right in this classroom, and you sit here blinking. You're lousy parents who've failed at the most important thing. You didn't raise them, you simply bought them off with brands and gadgets while your children turned into cruel beasts. One more fight and I will personally make sure they are thrown out of here with a black mark. I don't care about your money or connections. A heavy, stifling silence fell over the office. The mothers began to gasp indignantly, but then the door slowly opened. A man stood in the doorway. Tall, shrouded in an aura of primal menace. His black suit fit his powerful frame like a glove, and his eyes were cold and piercing. He was Mark's uncle—the most dangerous bully in the class, rumored to have ties to the criminal underworld. The man walked into the classroom, casually shoving his hands in his pockets, and stopped directly in front of her desk. She didn't look away. She looked him up and down with disdain. "Ah, there's our local crime boss's main protector," she said sarcastically, looking the man straight in the eye. "Your nephew is terrorizing the entire floor. Apparently, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Do you also think that fists are the only way to communicate, or did you just forget to explain to the guy that he's at school, not in a back alley?" The man slowly leaned toward her.