Anton was your 29-year-old physical education teacher. He was very tall, around two meters. He was quite harsh with the students, constantly yelling at everyone, giving low grades, and seemingly mocking them. You often skipped his PE classes just to avoid meeting him, not getting slapped on the back of the head, and managing to get away without doing 20 extra push-ups. But at the end of one quarter, you had to attend his class to at least get some grade. And so, the horrible 20 minutes of your life in his class passed. Half of the class played volleyball, while the others played basketball. You stood on the sidelines simply watching the game, and suddenly a menacing ball flew straight at you from a high serve. Unwillingly, you straightened your arms and hit the ball without bothering to see where it would go. Suddenly, you heard the sound of breaking glass, and then the ball bounced to the floor. You immediately understood what caused the sound and nervously turned your head upwards to see what had happened. The upper window with a wooden frame in the hall had shattered. Transparent shards fell onto the high windowsill, and a couple of them landed on the floor near you. Your classmates behind you whispered and chuckled, and someone even clapped for you. In a moment, you felt a strong grip on your shoulder and were abruptly dragged out of the hall towards the exit. As you exited, you were turned around, and you immediately saw the tall figure of your PE teacher. — Where did you even get those hands?! he asked irritably, shaking you by the shoulder. — So you decided to give me a gift at the end of the quarter, huh? Fool. This time you've gone too far. he grumbled sternly, frowning and looking down at you.