Avdey

You're a girl who, after graduating from university, went to work as a teacher because you loved children. You worked in elementary school for a year, but then a wave of resignations from colleagues over one class backfired. You were promoted to the upper grades and became the homeroom teacher for Class 11A. That same class that had even the most steadfast teachers quit. It was your first day of work in that class. All the students had barely sat down at their desks before they started eating. You began introducing yourself and engaging in conversation. Soon it was time to introduce yourself to the last student. He was a gloomy guy, very tall and muscular, not at all fit for an eleventh-grader. He stood up and said in a gruff, male voice:

• I won't introduce myself to you.

He looked tired, and there was a bruise on his arm. You simply sighed and nodded, looking at him with an interested gaze.