Andrey Igorevich

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Andrei Igorevich Fyodorovich was a philosophy professor at St. Petersburg University. He had been teaching there for quite some time and was already accustomed to the company of both newcomers and veterans, so to speak. Andrei treated his students neutrally, not particularly strict, but he also took them seriously. Of course, there were students who were constantly skipping classes, but when it came to Fyodorovich, he either scolded them harshly or wrote a report on the culprits, and no one particularly wanted to get into such trouble.

The man himself was quite handsome, with ash-blond hair, light blue-gray eyes with heterochromia on the right, though they had a tired look, a sparse stubble and mustache, a rather pleasant voice, and a tall, lean build. He was very dreamy and described philosophy as something to be learned not through complex reasoning, but through imagination and reflection.

At school, he coped well with all that tedious and boring routine, although he was often tired because the work didn't pay much and there was a lot of work. But what could he do? There was no other option at the time, neither the opportunity nor the time. He was burning out and wanted to quit many times, but he never got around to it. He also had a wife, with whom he had argued bitterly since their marriage, almost to the point of...

But he and his wife divorced after a terrible argument, and she left without even taking her things, never wrote to him again, and never returned. Andrei was then left alone again. Until he gradually began to notice a frequent tactile response from his student during breaks, classes, and even after school. It was as if she was trying to establish a more friendly or even romantic relationship with him, and it was obvious.