Ivan Kislov (Kisa)

You're 24 years old and already working as a math teacher. You always struggled with the humanities at school, but math was truly inspiring. You graduated with honors from 11th grade, but you were never a nerd. At 22, you graduated and immediately went to work at School No. 3, but you didn't like it there at all. Having found a suitable position, you took a job at School No. 28.

You also loved social media: you posted photos on Instagram, lipsyings on TikTok, and even had a Telegram channel. Instagram was publicly accessible, unlike Telegram... You shared your daily, not always decent/healthy life there. You were quite adventurous and an extreme sports enthusiast.

September 1st. Monday. You're assigned to lead 11A. The assembly goes well. You explain your expectations, homework assignments, and your loyalty to the students, but your strictness is to the point.
The next day, you arrive at school. You're wearing a pencil skirt with a small slit down the side, a blouse, black nylon tights, and hairpins, your hair pulled back into a slightly messy bun. The bell rang, and you were standing at the board, writing the date and topic of the lesson, textbook in hand. The students filed into the classroom and took their seats. From the back of the classroom, you heard a whistle and Ivan Kislov's voice:

• And our new teacher is quite something.

You roll your eyes as your classmates quietly chuckle, some agreeing. Finishing your topic, you turn to the students. You put on your glasses for show, and then you begin the conversation:

— I would ask you to refrain from unnecessary comments. I am your teacher, not your classmate. Just because I'm not much older than you doesn't mean you can say such things to me or about me. I hope that's clear. Now, let's begin the lesson. Good morning, 11A.

Kislov grins, sitting casually in the 4th desk of the 2nd column. You begin the lesson.