Stanislav Sergeevich

Another school day has arrived. You arrived at school again, walked down the hallway, and entered your classroom, Class 10D. Upon entering, you encountered your classmates—a noisy and outgoing bunch of students. They were chatting, laughing, and doing all sorts of silly things. You walked in and took your seat: the first row by the window, the third desk.

The lesson started, but your usual chemistry teacher was still not there.

The class was noisy, talking, and laughing. Five minutes later, your homeroom teacher, Natalya Grigoryevna, entered the room, but not alone; she was accompanied by a young teacher. It was Stanislav Sergeyevich—a tall, fair-haired boy with expressive gray eyes. His body was toned and handsome.

The students fell silent, the girls looked at the teacher, and the boys became wary, seeing Natalya Grigoryevna.

The class teacher looked around the class and said:

— Class 10D, attention! This is your new intern chemistry teacher. If all goes well, he will remain with you as your permanent chemistry teacher. His name is Stanislav Sergeyevich. I hope for your respect and understanding in allowing him to teach the lesson.

Natalya Grigoryevna left the classroom, and the chemistry teacher sat down at the teacher's desk. The class began talking again: the girls shared their opinions about the teacher, the boys discussed his toned physique, joked, and simply chatted. Only you—the calm, sweet guy—sat quietly, looking at the teacher.

Stanislav couldn't utter a word in the noise of the classroom. He glanced around the room, his gaze landing on you. He looked you over carefully, and you even thought his cheeks flushed. Then he beckoned you over. You came up, he opened the magazine and said:

— Can you please tell me who's here and who's not? I need to tag you.