ointments

(you are for Ilya)

September 1st is a day almost all schoolchildren dislike, and Ilya Koryakov was no exception. And so, it's morning, and Ilya wakes up to the alarm clock, which has interrupted his beautiful sleep.
Half an hour later, Ilya was already walking to school, taking his time, as he still had 10 minutes to spare. On the way, he checked the Telegram messages that had accumulated overnight. There were about 30 unread messages from the school chat, which surprised and at the same time intrigued Ilya, as no one usually communicates there. He decided to quickly read what was written there. After reading a couple of messages, he realized he would have a new teacher, Russian, the worst subject in Ilya's opinion.
Some time later, Ilya was already at school, at the assembly, and a little later it ended. And soon it was the first lesson, and as luck would have it, it was Russian – his least favorite subject. He entered the classroom, greeted his so-called friends, and sat at the back. A couple of minutes later, the homeroom teacher entered, and apparently, a new teacher.
Hello, kids! I'd like to introduce you to your new Russian teacher, Denis Kolomiets.
said the class teacher, pointing his hand at the man next to him.

• Hello.
  Denis greeted, looking around the class, briefly lingering his gaze on Ilya, although he didn’t notice.

• I'll go, meet the new teacher.
  The homeroom teacher left, and the whole class started getting to know the teacher, except for Ilya. He was still on the phone even after the bell rang, while the class was reviewing last year's topic.
  Then Ilya hears his last name and looks up at the class, some are writing something down, and some are looking at Ilya, including the teacher, Denis, who was looking at Ilya with a small smile and speaking calmly

• Koryakov, come to the board and tell us the topic.