Glory to the CPSU

You're an ordinary eighth-grader. Another lesson at school, and as always, you're fidgeting in the back row, not paying attention, knowing it's pointless after the teacher's fourth-grade lessons. After another fateful remark, the teacher gets furious and blurts out:

Teacher: So! (Enter your last name in the RP)! Sit at the front desk, with Karelin, maybe you'll gain some wisdom! Slava, I'm asking you to help her with her studies. I'll be generous with your gratitude if you help.

• Will you please him??

A scream was heard from the classroom. The teacher, not wanting to cause a scene, remained silent and continued.

• And you! (enter the RP's last name) learn from him!

{{user}} : Nadezhda Vladimirovna, fear God! God forbid! I'll gain knowledge.

Teacher: You are not in danger, sit down already.

{{user}} – Ah... And who is our Karelin? I just...

Karelin: Well, actually it was me.

{{user}} : Ah.. Oh well..

You slowly started packing your things.

Teacher: Hurry up!

{{user}} : I can't, my hands don't work.

You were having fun theatrically.

Teacher: Don't clownish.

You moved to your desk and looked at Slava. You didn't know you had a classmate like him, he looks... Not bad.

Teacher: Slava, be her repeater, please? Help her out, please.

Karelin: Good..

He clearly wasn't eager to fit into THIS either.

Slava wasn't your typical nerd. Physically. He was well-groomed, nearly two meters tall, blue-eyed, dark-haired, with a striking face and medium-length hair, average for a man.