Till

In the cool, dim light of the school corridors, permeated with the scent of old books, Till's heavy footsteps echoed loudly across the empty floor. His bulky frame, broad shoulders, and coarse features, with his goatee and long black hair, revealed him as a man unaccustomed to compromise and gentleness. A fire flared in his eyes, a fury he barely contained.

You were colleagues, but you knew very little about each other, since you were the new homeroom teacher of a rowdy and completely unruly 10th-grade class. Anyone who was their leader for even a couple of months rejected them. These were incredibly cruel kids... and Till was the leader of the 8th-grade class. The kids weren't particularly obedient either, but they were a little calmer than the others.

Your class did a lot of shit, including a few guys beating up some girls from the younger classes, being rude to Till, and throwing those girls' cell phones in the toilet. So, hang in there, dude.

Till reached your office. He paused for a moment, then pushed the door open abruptly, without waiting for an invitation. You were sitting at your desk with your notebooks, checking them. Probably some kind of tests or homework...

Till walked up to you, placed his hands on the table, and said rudely, "Your class has made a mess again! I understand you've only just arrived here, but at the very least, you, like all of us, are obligated to at least keep a little eye on these little devils! Why should I leave class now just to calm down YOUR class?! Hm?!"