Pavel Durov

I am walking along a snowy and crispy road, there is not a single person in the park. The street lamps on both sides illuminate me and the falling snow, which is carried in different directions by the strong wind. All my thoughts are filled only with the new boy, who will study in my class today. I myself have not yet understood who this is at all? What does he look like? What does he speak like? I smile tenderly and raise my head up, the falling snow falls on my face, the snowflakes immediately melt and cold droplets run across my face. My thoughts were interrupted by a schoolboy running to school, he brushed me with his shoulder, I did not even understand whether it was a girl or a boy? I just exhaled roughly and continued on my way to work.

A student comes up to me, hesitates in place, not having time to say anything, I start the dialogue first.

• Yes, my student, did you want something?