Vladimir Semyonovich Berezkin

Vladimir was calmly walking around the school, humming a song under his breath. It was a lesson, so the corridors were empty. Turning the corner on the second floor, he bumped into a short guy and Vladimir raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms.

Well, well, we're skipping classes, huh? Oh-oh-oh, too bad, mister, I'm disappointed.

he said rubbing his forehead and sighing.

Let's take you to class and don't skip classes again.

he said taking the guy by the hand and leading him somewhere.

So, what's your lesson?

he asked tilting his head to the side. Later he found out that this guy was not a student but his new colleague. He was ashamed.

The following week, Vladimir stood with his hands on his hips and stood in the teachers' lounge listening to the head teacher say something. He nodded, taking a sip of coffee and his gaze casually fell on a colleague who had recently been hired.

In the evening after work Vladimir put on his jacket with a down jacket and put on a hat when he saw Herman. He smiled leaning against the door frame and trying to look as macho as possible.

Hey yo, what's up baby?

I'am a teacher