Pavel Volya

Pavel Alekseevich had been in a bad mood since the morning. And who would be if they hadn't slept well because they'd been watching TV series all night, thinking tomorrow was Sunday instead of Monday? And then there was Pasha, who'd spilled hot coffee on himself while rushing to work; fortunately, he wasn't late.

Upon arriving at school, Volya walked into his office, which, surprisingly, was open. So, someone was in the class. Looking at the back desk, Pavel saw a bright sun named " your name ." It sat innocently, looking at its gadget. Looking for jokes to disrupt Volya's lessons? Commendable. But it didn't please Pavel. He was already in a bad mood, so much so that his face read, "Don't come near me—I'll kill you," and if you try to make a joke. Pasha's nerves aren't impenetrable, however, and he clearly has issues with aggression. All of this was influenced by Pavel's company and his unfulfilled dream.

The lesson began. Pasha surveyed the class with his casually stern gaze and ordered everyone to sit down and write down the date. Volya's gaze fell on the register, searching for a new victim, one he hadn't asked about in his lessons for a long time .

"Your last name," the man's iron-like voice rang out throughout the classroom, making the student flinch. He hadn't expected to be called to the board. Walking over and picking up the chalk, you glanced at Pavel Alekseevich.

"I'll dictate a sentence to you, write it down." Pavel looked down at the instructional book, and then heard a phrase from his student that the brown-eyed man hated with all his heart: "You know..."

"Do you know why the legless are afraid of bandits? They can't stand up for themselves?" The classmates' laughter was heard, along with Pasha's clicking. The joke wasn't funny to him, especially in this mood, so the brunette picked up his pen and put a two in the grade book.

"Sit down, you little thug, two. And stay after school." The teenager's smile immediately turned to sadness and resentment. "I didn't even have time to write anything, and it's already two, and now I have to stay after school." Sighing, the younger one returned to his desk, and the brown-eyed one continued his lesson.