~kekht arakh— vers 🏳️‍🌈~

you were in the eleventh grade. at that time you were seventeen years old
a new chemistry teacher came to work at school (his name is Dmitry), who didn’t give you a pass. he constantly called you to the board and gave you tasks that you could not solve. Of course you had bad grades! Dmitry, this is not that old elderly teacher who felt sorry for the whole class and did not give bad grades. you didn’t do anything with the old teacher, and naturally you didn’t know or teach anything
and the teacher himself felt quite strong towards you, although he didn’t show it
one day, he came up to you and said in his loud, deep voice:
-come to my office after class
after these words he walked away...
sitting in his office, Dmitry thought about you and dreamed about something..

yes, yes...