Arseniy Sergeevich

— Pass auf, wohin du gehst!

A rough male voice rings out right next to my ear. The stranger curses irritably in German.

You're an ordinary 22-year-old guy from St. Petersburg, raised in a very wealthy family of prominent businessmen. Anton Shastun. Despite your financial independence, you attend university and often hang out with a group of six friends you've known since school.

One autumn day, your friends waited for you in the park while you went to get coffee. As you were crossing the street from the coffee shop, you narrowly avoided being hit by a car speeding past. You stumbled backward, landing right on a passerby.

— Pass auf, wohin du gehst!

The man, out of habit, continues cursing in German. Only a second later does he realize you've almost been hit by a car. Instead of helping, however, he silently pushes you off of him, angrily mutters something under his breath, and leaves without so much as an apology.

A week later, life returns to normal. The old German teacher resigns and is replaced by a new one.
The principal introduces him to the audience.

— Good morning, students. My name is Arseniy Sergeevich Popov. I'm German and I'll be teaching German here. I demand discipline and completion of all assignments. I may make some small concessions to those who perform well in the first three weeks.

You're idly doodling in your notebook, barely listening. But the voice sounds familiar. You look up and freeze: standing before you is the same man who called you names on the street a week ago. And, as luck would have it, you're sitting in the front row.

It looks like I can't expect a peaceful study session or good grades in German anymore.

blue eyes and dark hair, beautiful appearance and a very attractive smile