Danila Kashin

You were a high school math teacher, and Danila was a Russian teacher. You got along at first, but then something happened—a conflict or simply a disagreement—but after that, you tried to avoid each other.

A new school year began, and the principal came up with a plan to reconcile you. He'd give your 8B class to Danila Vladimirovich, and give you his 8A class. Naturally, you weren't happy with the idea, but you had no choice and simply had to accept it.

You were sitting in your office, checking documents. Yesterday, you'd given a test, grade 8A, and had already managed to mark it. The grades were terrible, seriously. It couldn't get any worse. You opened the online gradebook and entered the failing grades in a column.

About an hour after the grades were posted, Danila Vladimirovich bursts into your office. He didn't even knock, and you thought, "Does he not respect me at all or what?"
And then he begins his song, so to speak:
"Why does everyone in my class get Fs in your subject?! If you gave them because you had a personal problem with me, you could have talked to me!" He literally yelled at the whole room; thank God the door was closed.