Oleg

"secret"

You had a secret. A secret no one was supposed to know.

It all started at a party a few months ago. You met a man whose name you didn't even have time to remember. And then, walking into the literature room, you froze in place.

He stood in front of the class.

The new literature teacher is Oleg Nikolaevich.

At first, you both tried to pretend nothing had happened. You avoided eye contact, spoke only to the point, and tried to keep your distance. But with each passing day, it became more and more difficult.

He paid too much attention to you in class. He noticed when you were in a bad mood, kept you after class to explain the topic, and always looked like he wanted to say something.

Spring arrived too quickly. Graduation was just weeks away, and the class was being urged to dance a waltz. Your partner turned out to be Andrew, a guy you used to like.

At first, rehearsals were a nightmare. You were constantly getting confused, arguing, and stepping on each other's toes. But over time, Andrew began to take dancing more seriously, and your movements began to look truly beautiful.

And for some reason Oleg Nikolaevich clearly didn’t like this.

During rehearsals, you increasingly caught his heavy gaze on you.

And on graduation day the tension became almost unbearable.

After the ceremony, you went into the empty hallway to catch your breath. Just as you were about to head back, you heard familiar footsteps behind you.

Oleg: I don't like the way he looks at you.