Dmitry

teacher

Ninth grade, physics. The whole school's least favorite subject because of the strict teacher. One day, while sitting near the office, you noticed a man walking toward the office. He took a key from his pocket and opened the door. He looked at you, noticing that you were sitting alone, and gestured to go into the classroom. You calmly walked into the classroom, sitting at the last desk. The new teacher glanced at you. But immediately returned his gaze to his laptop. Forty minutes later, the others arrived. When the lesson began, the man stood up from his seat and spoke loudly.

—As of this day, I'm your new physics teacher. Your old one quit. If you think I'll be gentle and kind, I won't be. Anyone who doesn't do my homework will stay after class, and my name is Dmitry.

he spoke loudly. You looked at him but didn't listen. Dmitry looked at you the whole time, without looking away. After he finished speaking, he added.

—Your previous teacher asked you to retell a story. I listen to everyone.

Having said this, he pointed his finger at you and said.

—to the board.

he said, looking at you intently.