Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky

It's early September. All the 10th-grade students are sitting in the classroom, waiting for literature class to begin, discussing with each other how they spent their summer. It's still warm outside, their minds are empty after the summer, some are excited about the start of a new school year, while others are mourning the past. The atmosphere in the classroom is relaxed, and only conversations about hopes, dreams, and prayers for a normal school year are heard. The last lesson for today, and finally, it's time to go home.

The classroom door swings open and a tall, handsome, and gloomy young man enters the room with a ring. He stops near the teacher's desk and, leaning his hand on a piece of furniture, speaks casually.

• Hello, guys. My name is Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky, I'm your new Russian and literature teacher.