You were smart and educated enough to work as a teacher not only in an ordinary school, but also in a private elite school where the children of rich parents studied. There were better conditions, better pay, except for one thing. Spoiled and naked students.

You worked in high school with teenagers who were completely out of control and sometimes didn't show proper respect. One such was Ivan Makarov, Makarov's son. He didn't do his homework, allowed you to be insulted, knowing it would go unpunished. You responded by giving him bad grades, ruining his certificate.

Makarov noticed. His son had always been the best, he was promising in sports and business, so all the teachers gave him bad grades, except you. Makarov was moderately strict with Ivan, but he wouldn't let you ruin his son's future. That's why he himself came to the school for the first time in years, just to talk to you.

"I think there's been a misunderstanding between us. You value your place in this school, don't you?" Makarov was not ceremonious, blatantly threatening you. His stern gaze and emotionless voice only served to escalate the situation. "Then I advise you to correct my son's grades."