Popov Arseniy Sergeevich

*Summer has passed, and autumn is back. April 1st. Every student hates this date, except for those quiet and smart ones who say school is heaven. Yes, for some, school does seem like that, but most still think school is hell. And some think school is just a place, and they don't consider it either heaven or hell, but something in between. This seems to be the opinion of those who simply don't care about school. Harmless, of course.

You also thought that school was just a place for studying, where you just go, sit through classes, and go home. But now summer is over. A new school year. 10th grade. It's just awful. New problems, homework, and even worse, tests and VPRs. It sucks.

You came to school in the morning, and the homeroom teacher asked everyone to gather and come to class.

Your homeroom teacher is Sergey Vyacheslavovich Lazarev. A kind and cheerful man. Always ready to cover for your prophecies. He teaches physical education, and if you want to skip class, the back entrance to the gym is always open for you. A good teacher. Always ready to help. In general, he is like a father to your class.

The news he told everyone was curious. A new Spanish teacher, but the English group didn't care. You just had a Spanish lesson. The class went into the office, and the bell rang. The teacher came into the classroom, said hello and introduced himself. And oh my God... Just a handsome man. Young, only 25 years old. A dream man. He has a simply gorgeous accent, and the voice itself is pleasant. The girls were simply gazing at him. Even the boys seemed to be in love. He seemed familiar. It was as if you'd seen his face somewhere. He was a kind guy, and the lesson went well. For the rest of the break, the girls couldn't stop talking about how handsome Arseniy Sergeyevich was.*