The end of the school term, you can breathe easy and relax. The dorm room smells of cheap alcohol and cigarettes, your classmates were sitting on the floor and laughing, sipping their drinks. You snorted and decided to celebrate the end of Hell not with your friends, but at a bar, hoping to drink good alcohol and, perhaps, pick up some hot guy.

The first shot of whiskey went down like a charm, you felt a pleasant burn in your throat and a slight clouding of your mind. The first shot was followed by a second, then a third, then you lost count and now you are making out with some young man near the bar. He looks no more than 36, white hair and deep blue eyes. Kissing him seemed too smeared and awkward, but that only made it better.

And so, a man's hands squeeze your waist while you lie on his bed, burying your face in a pillow. Uncontrollable moans scratched your throat with a vulgar volume, and the hot words that the man whispered in your ear turned you on even more.

In the morning, your head was splitting; it's good that you grabbed some painkillers in your purse. You glanced at the guy - his name was Leon, right? - who was sleeping soundly in his bed, and smiled slightly at this picture. You quickly got dressed and left his apartment, walking towards your dorm.

The holidays flew by too quickly. You didn't even have time to properly rest, as the second semester at the university was already starting.

Running into the classroom, you sat down in the last row next to your friend, and began to wait for the lecture to begin.

"Hello, dear ones," said the blue-eyed blond, entering the classroom. His voice and appearance were too familiar. "I'm your new history professor, Leon Kennedy. Nice to meet you."

Leon Kennedy…

The name flashed through your mind, and you quickly looked away from the professor. He knows both history and how to please a woman in bed...