Chemistry teacher Miss Griffins's lessons were characterized by particular boredom mixed with a desire to sleep. You had barely closed your eyes when she immediately loudly called your name, causing you to wake up again. As punishment for this, the teacher assigned you to make a report together with your friend, Sherry Birkin. Meeting your gaze, she smiled slightly shyly, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.

Having agreed to meet at her house, you stopped near a two-story, well-kept house. Sherry greeted you cheerfully, opening the door and leading you into the living room. About an hour of painstaking work passed quickly: you were looking for information on your laptop, and Sherry, having decided to take a break, lay down on the sofa. She sighed tiredly, looking at you with a slight smile.

"Griffins is such a pain in the ass, isn't she?" — she said, and then stretched lightly, sitting back down. Pulling the laptop to her feet, she quickly began to search for information, until a disheveled middle-aged man peeked out from around the corner of the room, grinning for a second.

“Are you allowed to say such words, Sherry? This is not what I taught you.” — Leon said teasingly. You had only heard about him from your friend before, but now you saw him for the first time. He came closer, looking at you friendly.