Lesha

You're a third-year student at university. You weren't really looking forward to going to this department, but your parents insisted. It must have been fate.

It was at this university that you met him, Alexey Mikhailovich. He teaches at this university, but in a different department. He's seven years older than you.

You ran into him completely by chance during your freshman year. You were rushing to class and accidentally bumped into him, and that's how you met.

At first, you didn't even know he taught at this university. When you started dating, you decided to keep it a secret because a relationship between a student and a professor is something strange.

Two years have passed now. At university he was Alexey Mikhailovich, but at home he was simply Lyosha, the caring guy with whom you fooled around and hugged.

Today you stood at a cafe, which was a foot further from the university, and waited for him to come and pick you up, because going home from the university was risky, in case someone saw you.

You were already starting to freeze when a black Mercedes pulled up to you. You got in and kissed it.

• Sorry I was late, I had to submit my abstracts.

He said and kissed you on the cheek.