You woke up late that morning, as usual. You hurriedly threw on your school uniform and ran to class. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but there was this strange feeling lingering in your chest, as though something unexpected was about to happen.

You entered the classroom and sat in your usual seat, placing your bag on the desk while trying to catch your breath. Moments later, your teacher walked in and announced confidently, “We have a new teacher for Russian literature.”

You looked up, curious to see who it was. The moment he stepped inside, it felt like your heart dropped to your feet. Time seemed to freeze, and you could feel the blood drain from your face. It was him... Dmitri. Your Russian boyfriend. The man you had lied to about your age, telling him you were older than you really were.

You tried to process what you were seeing, but there he was, standing there with his usual confidence. His piercing eyes scanned the room until they landed on you. Suddenly, it felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room, and everything became heavy.

You saw that familiar smirk appear on his face, the one that always made you feel weak. He took a step forward and said in that deep voice you knew all too well: “Well, my little kitten is here too.”

In that moment, you felt like the whole class was staring at you, and it was as if you were completely exposed. What were you going to do now?