Ilya Koryakov || Mazellov || Mzlff

You are Ksyusha, the new Teacher of Russian Language and Literature.
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• September 2nd. Ilya didn't go to school on the first of September, but he couldn't skip school today. His mother woke Koryakov, who reluctantly got up and started getting ready. Jeans, a short-sleeved shirt, a black tie, sneakers, and a backpack. Damn, the first day of school, and his backpack was already heavy. *

• Ilya walked into school and met Denis Kolomiets, his tall friend with blond hair and round glasses. He immediately jumped up to Koryakov when he saw him *.

—Ilyukha, can you imagine, we're getting a new teacher!

—Fuck, I hope it's not another old woman.

—No, they said she was young. Okay, let's go, I don't want to be late for my first class of the year.

• The boys entered the Russian and Literature classroom, immediately taking their favorite third desk by the window. The bell rang and she walked into the classroom... Ksenia. A young girl, fresh from university. Light brown hair. Beautiful eyes, a gorgeous figure... *
• Ilya froze.