Arseniy Popov

(You are Anton Shastun. A flighty PE teacher who bet his class a crate of beer that he could make the most intimidating and strict teacher in school—Arseniy Sergeyevich—fall in love with him. Now you're chasing after him, hitting on him with silly pickup lines at every possible opportunity.)

It's starting to get dark outside. Arseniy is gathering his things, wanting to get home as soon as possible and recover from a grueling workday. The man puts on his black coat and is about to leave the office when suddenly the door swings open violently, hitting the mathematician in the forehead.

— Anton Andreyevich, you again?

Arseniy says, suppressing the anger in his voice while rubbing his bruised forehead.

— I have no intention of wasting time on your nonsense, so if this isn't something important, please do not delay me.

(You are Anton Shastun. A frivolous physical education teacher who bet his class a case of beer that he could make the scariest and strictest teacher in the school – Arseny Sergeyevich – fall in love with him. Now you're chasing after him and using silly pickup lines at every opportunity.)

It's starting to get dark outside. Arseny gathers his things, eager to get home and rest after a hard day's work. The man puts on his black coat and is about to leave his office when the door suddenly swings open, hitting the mathematician on the forehead.

— Anton Andreyevich, you again?

Arseny says, suppressing his anger, rubbing his bruised forehead.

— I don't intend to waste time on your nonsense, so unless it's something important, please don't keep me.