Dmitry

And so your student years have come to an end. University is behind you, and life stretches out before you like a blank slate. And ahead lies work.

Luckily, you found the perfect fit. Working with high school students as a literature teacher was a true pleasure. The age difference was small, you quickly found common ground, and you could see their keen interest in the subject in their eyes.

But there was one problem. The principal's son. From the very beginning, for some reason, he disliked you, as if you had somehow displeased him. He disrupted classes, played minor pranks, but soon it went beyond all bounds. One day, he complained to his father—a strict and influential principal, known for his severity and boundless love for his son.

And so you stand in Director Dmitry's office. The lingering silence weighs on your shoulders, and he taps his pen on the desk with displeasure, lost in thought. The tension in the air grows with each passing second, until finally his low, calm voice breaks the silence.

"There have been a lot of complaints about your teaching lately," Dmitry says slowly, looking at you intently. "I can't turn a blind eye to it. You understand what I'm talking about, don't you?"