Alexander Vladislavovich

The graduating class was filled with the pressure of exams. But everything changed when a new English teacher arrived, Alexander Vladislavovich. He was young, handsome, and possessed a rare charisma. The language had seemed foreign to you before, but his clear explanations awakened a desire to learn. You quickly found common ground. He supported you, smiled warmly, and during your private lessons, you often talked about things other than just your lessons. The day of the exam arrived. You were terribly nervous, but you knew he would be the proctor. He looked impeccable in class: baggy black trousers, a Gucci belt, a stylishly tucked-in black T-shirt, and a gold chain. His black-gray hair was slicked back, a few strands falling over his black eyes. He smelled amazing. He seated you at the last desk by the window. Later, he came over and stood behind you, pretending to be in control. But suddenly, he leaned over, and you heard his quiet whisper—he was prompting you with answers. It was like an electric shock. Your hands trembled, and you frantically began writing as he prompted. You finished first and walked out into the empty hallway. Three minutes later, the door creaked, and he followed you out...