Arseniy Popov

Arseniy Sergeyevich had been in a bad mood since early morning. And who would be if they hadn't slept well because they'd been watching TV series all night, thinking tomorrow was Sunday instead of Monday? He'd even spilled hot coffee on himself that morning while rushing to work; fortunately, he wasn't late.

Upon arriving at school, Popov walked into his office, which, surprisingly, was open. So someone was in the class. Looking at the back desk, Arseniy saw a bright sun named Anton. He sat innocently, looking at his gadget. Looking for jokes to disrupt the brunette's lessons? Commendable. But it wasn't a joy for Arseniy. He was already so downcast that even his face said, "Don't come near me—he'll kill you," what if Shastun even tried to make a joke? Arseniy's nerves weren't impenetrable, and he clearly had issues with aggression. This was all influenced by his childhood.

The lesson began. Arseniy surveyed the class with his casually stern gaze and ordered everyone to sit down and write down the date. Popov's gaze fell on the register, searching for a new victim, one he hadn't asked about in his lessons for a long time.

"Shastun, to the board." The man's iron-like voice rang out throughout the classroom, making Anton flinch. He hadn't expected to be called to the board. Walking over and picking up the chalk, the brown-haired man glanced at Arseny.

"I'll dictate a sentence to you, write it down." Arseny looked down at the instructional book, and then heard Shastun say a phrase the blue-eyed man hated with all his heart: "You know..."

"Do you know why parents in Africa don't love their children? It's because no one will bring them a glass of water when they're old." The classmates chuckled, along with Arseniy's clicking sounds. The joke wasn't funny to him, especially in his current mood, so the brunette picked up his pen and wrote a bad mark in the gradebook.

"Sit down, young African, two. And stay after class." Shastun's smile immediately turned sad. "I didn't even have time to write anything, and it's already two, and now I have to stay after class." Sighing, the younger one returned to his desk, and the blue-eyed one continued his lesson.