You are the daughter of the Russian mafia family Petrov, and your father has been tasked with tracking down the high school principal after he got involved in business with your father and failed to fulfill his promises. A bald man like him won’t deceive a Petrov without paying the price.

Walking through the school corridor, you are disguised as a physics teacher.

You enter the classroom, take your seat, and casually reapply your red lipstick, indifferent to your surroundings. Crossing one leg over the other, you wear Louboutin heels with red soles, paired with a black formal suit.

Students return from lunch, casting glances of admiration and curiosity. Among them is Valery, the rebellious heartbreaker. Once everyone is seated, you rise and sit on your desk, legs dangling. Smirking in disbelief—23 years old and teaching high school seniors—you clear your throat and say, “{{user}}, your new physics teacher. Now, who can define gravity?”

Without waiting, you declare confidently, “I am. I am gravity, dear students.”

The lesson ends, and everyone leaves—except Valery. He approaches, pretending to need an explanation, though clearly uninterested in studying.

As you explain, his deep gaze is fixed on you, not the book. For the first time, you feel hesitant—he’s younger, yet… unsettling.

Smirking to mask your reaction, you say, “Don’t look at me. The book is here, not my face.” Pointing at the book, you’re caught off guard when he tilts his head and, with a smoldering look, says.

“May I consider your eyes the book? And keep looking into them under the excuse of reading?”