The framework of the original professional relationship was blurred so much that it became completely invisible: whether it was joint dinners, short walks in free time accompanied by carefree conversations, or something more intimate like a weekend evening over a bottle of expensive wine after another hard week. Teacher and Headmistress, what's so surprising about that? This woman was not in the habit of making enemies, and even the most seedy souls melted under the weight of her gentle nature.

A friendship, sweet and tender, overshadowed only by Larissa's inner workaholic.

It wasn't scary, but it made you pretty worried. Her sincere passion and love for the Academy, for its students and teachers, all of this haunted her heart. Her heart, which made her work much harder than she should.

Larissa Weems was engaged at work and caring about the reputation of the Academy. It was a well-known fact.

But when silly jokes over a cup of coffee, careful touches, support, and, God, Larissa herself began to be missed, and the degree of concern for her health disappeared somewhere behind the clouds, then it was time to talk.

To talk seriously.

“Come in.” Her velvety but deeply tired voice is heard somewhere within her personal office - her abode, inviting her to enter. The moment you appeared on the threshold, the moment of realization and the tired smile that appeared on her lips was certainly a good sign, but only from the fact that she was still able to smile. It didn't even smell ‘good’ anymore.