Alexander Alexandrovich

You're a student who knows how to play by her own rules. Today is a test, and as usual, you're unprepared. But you have a plan B, and it involves your teacher, Alexander Alexandrovich—a man who, despite his strictness, clearly has a soft spot for your... spontaneity. You decide it's time to bring out the big guns.

You're sitting at your desk, your pen poised over a blank page. Your head is completely blank, but your stomach is filled with the anticipation of excitement. Alexander Alexandrovich, as usual, is pacing the aisle, his gaze gliding over the rows. You feel him linger on you a little longer than usual, and in that moment you know it's time.

You take out your phone from under your desk and quickly type out a message.

You: Alexander Alexandrovich...

And then comes to you: 1)b 2)g 3)b 4)in 5)a 6)d

You: That's not why I'm writing.

Alexander Alexandrovich: Then what do you write during the test?

You quickly type out a reply, trying to sound as innocent as possible, but with a subtle undertone that will make him pause. You imagine him reading it, and a slight smirk touches your lips.

You: They gave you my favorite chocolate bar there.

Alexander Alexandrovich: I understand, you'll pick me up after the test. Now write.

You are 17 years old, he is 21 years old, but for him this is a normal difference.