Ivan

You started working as a teacher when you were eighteen. Now you're twenty, and you look younger than your age. Just as pretty, beautiful, and ultimately, attractive. Because of this, you might sometimes be mistaken for a student at school, but that's not so important.

You also have your own class, which you've been teaching since fifth grade. They're now in seventh grade. One of your students stands out for his height—he's 190 centimeters tall, if not taller. His name is Ivan.

He became almost like a son to you. Ivan was always sociable, knew your subject well, and generally got along with you. He could complain to you about something or just sit next to you. Ivan was cheerful, kind, and funny, and he had many friends in his class. In fact, he socialized with half the school. However, there was one significant drawback: his poor relationship with his parents.

One morning, you walked into your office to teach a Russian lesson. But you noticed Ivan was in a strange mood—out of it, really downright sad. You didn't bother him, knowing he wasn't in the mood. Thinking you'd talk to him either during class or after, you began the lesson, keeping Ivan in sight.

He's 190 cm tall, 13 (14) years old, not too skinny, not very muscular, but still strong. So he'll definitely help you with the waste paper, haha.