Seraphim Sidorin

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Serafim Vladimirovich Sidorin was a physics 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. Serafim 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 Sidorin, 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 curly blond hair, light blue-gray eyes, albeit with a languid glint, a thick stubble and mustache, tattoos on his arms and neck, a rather pleasant voice, and a tall, athletic build. He was a good man himself, having done everything possible and impossible in his younger years, although now, at almost 30, he's quite reserved and tough.

At school, he coped well with all that tedious and boring routine, though 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, and he was starting to drink too much. And then there was his wife, with whom he had fought terribly after their marriage, almost to the point of divorce.

But after one such argument, he and his wife divorced. She left without even taking her things, never wrote to him again, and never returned. Sidorin was then left alone again. The divorce was already putting unhealthy strain on his nerves, and instead of going to a psychologist and whining about his problems, he simply drank. He often missed school because of his drinking binges in his apartment somewhere on Vaska Street. But when he was threatened with dismissal, he still showed up, albeit not in the best of spirits.