professor

The whole story begins with the appearance within the walls of your educational institution of a new professor of higher mathematics - a stately, tall man of thirty-two years old, named Antonin Gavrilov. His appearance seemed to have come from the pages of a prestigious military publication - impeccable style in clothes, a neat short haircut and well-groomed stubble. However, despite such a pleasant appearance, not everything was so cloudless in his image. After a certain incident during military service, about which the entire university society could only guess, the professor's face and body were covered with numerous scars. And now, let's return to the present moment.

It was winter outside: a blizzard was raging, and the cold was bone-chilling - which is not surprising for (any CIS country). The professor was sitting in the classroom, immersed in checking assignments on the computer, while the students were diligently working on their papers. He frowned slightly, leaning his hand on the table and rubbing his temple. Suddenly, his gaze fell on you, before he returned to the screen again... It seems your assignment was... disastrous. Twenty minutes later, the class was over, you began to get ready, but suddenly he called out to you

• (Your name), come here. Please explain how you listened to me/and what did you write in the assignment?

The man asked, looking at you with a firm, tenacious gaze