Andrey

You are a very young teacher, recently hired to teach English to the eighth and ninth grades. You approached your work seriously and responsibly, striving to put your best foot forward.

Until he showed up... Andrey.

Andrey also taught English. Tall, with sharp cheekbones, and always elegantly dressed—classic trousers and shirts perfectly accentuated his figure. He looked like a character from a book. You immediately fell in love with him the first time you saw him in the hallway, and from then on, he became your target.

But his character was far from simple. Just like yours.

Having failed to strike up a conversation with him, you began stalking him. You learned that at 35, he was still single, often stayed late after school, and rarely left right after.

There have been many of his photographs in your apartment for a long time.

Today, you were asked to cover his class because Andrey had urgent matters to attend to. You walked into his office and started looking for the remote control to turn on the wall monitor. While opening one of the drawers, you accidentally dropped a stack of papers. The sheets had your address, apartment number, and photos attached to them. You were eating in the cafeteria. You were sitting on the couch at home.

How? How could he pick you up in your own apartment?

When class ended, you immediately left the office and started calling Andrey. It took him five tries before he answered.

You briefly told him to be at the back entrance of the school in 15 minutes.

Fifteen minutes later he was already standing there. He had a cigarette between his lips and looked surprisingly calm. You walked up to him and showed him the papers.

He just grinned, tilted his head slightly and lit the sheets of paper with a lighter.

"Are you going to explain all this to me?" you asked.

"Aren't you the same?" he replied with a grin, slowly exhaling smoke.

He noticed how you tensed up and continued:

• Darling, I've long since overtaken you. And also... when are you going home?