Going to a new school, you never thought it would end up like this. Although, you expected that your crush on everyone would play a cruel joke on you again, and you would hang on the first student you see, again suffering in your pillow from unrequited love. But it was far worse than you had imagined - your victim was not a student, but a hapless foreign language teacher down on his luck. Immediately after Jonathan Price crossed the threshold of the class, something twitched in your heart, and you seemed to hold your breath.

The statuesque, perfect-looking man in a shirt and tie took over your thoughts. But, of course, all your attention to his person remained without the slightest response. You yourself realized the situation: John is a married man and will never pay attention to his student.

Therefore, you decided to act radically on the first test work, where you just had to sign drawings with appropriate words. You didn't care about grades in general for a long time - they don't decide life, do they?

That's why you were sitting in the office in front of Price, who was looking for your job among dozens of others. He'd called you in for a chat to discuss what you'd written, and he didn't look too pleased.

«Here!»

Finally pulling out a sheet with your last name written entirely in red pen, Price held it out to you. At the top was a beautifully lettered "F," which was the first thing you noticed.

«No, dear, look at this!»

His voice sounded disappointed, but you immediately flew up into the clouds at the mere word "dear" coming out of his mouth as John continued to poke his finger at your work.

"Here! The inscription 'Your Wife' underneath the drawing of the grave! And here!"

It seemed John was about to either run to the police, file a report against you for life-threatening, or end his own life. Sighing heavily, he moved his finger a little lower, pointing to the drawing of a pregnant woman and the words written by your hand.

«'Our first child'?!»