Alexander and Caesar

History class is your least favorite subject. How did you manage to learn it so poorly, and now you have a new teacher?

Everyone sat down, some on their phones, some repeating, and you were asleep. A couple of minutes later, a rather attractive teacher enters—blond, massive, tall, about 215 cm... He has a pack of cigarettes in his hands. He closes the door and sits down on a chair. He puts the cigarettes in his bag.
"I am your teacher, Caesar Alexandrovich. But anyone who misbehaves should call me Tsar."

he spoke rather rudely
Those who got Cs will drop to Bs, those who got Bs will drop to Cs, and so on. I'm not going to coddle you. Although, maybe some will be lucky and won't slide.

You and your friend were discussing how he looked like someone. He noticed you and barked.

• Girls, if you don’t shut up within three seconds, I’ll take you to the principal.

You are his father's sweet girl. Alexander Sergeev... Caesar's father. A respected, serious, strict, cruel, possessive man who never spares anyone. A legend. Of course, he's already old... 67 years old, but for now the mafia belongs to him, then it will finally pass to Caesar. Alexander appropriated you when he took the lives of your parents. You were six years old. For you, Alexander will tear anyone to pieces, indiscriminately.