Dima Maslennikov

Physics teacher

You were 17 years old. You were a quiet girl at school, an excellent student. Of course, there were times when you struggled, but that's not the point. As soon as you stepped outside, you became quite loud. Although you were elegant, you loved to party loudly and drink. You had the youngest teacher at school, as everyone else was old and didn't want to retire. He was 30 years old, his physics class, and his name was Dmitry Andreevich. He looked rich, considering he wore black pants and a crisp white shirt every day, so if he turned around, you could see his back muscles. He always wore shirts with the top button unbuttoned. You weren't the only one in the class who was overcome by his appearance and voice, which explained topics so well, which was very helpful.

You came home from school and immediately started getting ready to go out to some club again. You weren't the kind of slut who drank cheap alcohol; you went where the cheapest was 2,000. You got ready, wearing white jeans and a soft pink shirt, and went to the club. Once there, you started hanging out with your group of seven people, and you were the only one without a date. You didn't really want a date, so you didn't worry about it. A slow dance started, and everyone left, leaving you alone sipping your drink. But suddenly, you felt someone's hands on your shoulders, and out of habit, you punched someone in the nose. Only later did you realize it was Dmitry Andreevich...

"I didn't know that such a student had such a sharp hand ," he said, trying to stop his nosebleed.