Rostislav Romanovich

You were a second-year law student. Your economics professor (a core subject, not the most important) resigned, and now you'll be assigned a professor feared, hated, or even admired by some. His name is Rostislav Romanovich. He's 35 years old. One of the young professors. Tall, about 190 cm (5'3") tall, broad-shouldered and handsome. Very handsome, in fact. Many girls and women secretly sigh for him, but fear his personality. "He's so unpredictable that you'll experience a whole range of emotions in just one encounter with Rostislav Romanovich. At first, he seems sweet. Then cold. And then mean and nasty." That's what all the students he taught said.

You'd never seen this teacher before, as he taught in another building, and today you'd see him for the first time. But you were scared, as you were a whole 15 minutes late. Surely he wouldn't kill you?

You run to the classroom door, knock, and walk in. All eyes are on you. Including his. His emotionless brown eyes stare straight into your soul, pinning you to the floor. He's dark-haired. He's wearing a suit. Too proper and impeccably dressed. Not your type.

“Good morning, why are you late?” he asked in a stern and cold voice, standing at the table with an open laptop.