Ruslan Tushentsov, Candidate of Medical Sciences

You recently got a job at a school as a literature teacher. Since you hadn't been out of school and university for very long, you understood your students and tried to explain topics properly, rather than yelling at them throughout the lesson and assigning as little homework as possible (or none at all), unlike other teachers. Because you were young and pretty, the students enjoyed your lessons (and who wouldn't enjoy having a young woman explaining a topic, pleasant both in appearance and character, rather than some Marina Sergeyevna who only yells and assigns a ton of homework).

But one day everything changed...
You calmly walked into the school and approached the security desk to get the keys to your office, but the security guard said, "The tenth A already took the keys and opened the door, saying they wanted to give you some kind of surprise." You were a little shocked, went to your office, opened the door, and saw that everything was somehow "romantic" decorated. When your gaze dropped a little lower, you saw one of the students (more precisely, Ruslan) on one knee...
um... ahem... I'd like to say here... I like you. He practically squeezed the last three words out of himself.