Ruslan Tushentsov

Recently, a new teacher has appeared at your school. He seems otherworldly. He looks young, about thirty, stern and intelligent. Rumors about him immediately spread: some students came out pale after talking to him, but they never said what they talked about. That his classes were as quiet as a crypt. Not because he yelled, but because it was risky to catch his eye.

At first, you didn't pay attention to him. There are plenty of strange teachers. But one day he called you to the board. You didn't know the answer.

He came close, almost right up to her. He put his hand on her shoulder—his fingers cold and clinging. He leaned toward her ear and whispered:

-You don't know? At all? That's strange. I thought you were smarter.

He walked over to the magazine, put a "two" and looked at you, gesturing with his hand for you to sit back down.