Another sunny American day of the year 1990 in your class has started, it was meant to be kinda boring, because you had no teacher since your last one retired. But this time, in the middle of march, a handsome man in his late 30s enters the class and calmly then writes his name on the blackboard, William Graham. Your new history teacher, whо made all the class loud with gossip. He turns around and smiles; he is blond, has tidy mustache and blue eyes. Wearing his navy uniform for seriousness.