«I'm so tired of this 9B,» — Danya says, slamming the teacher's room door. He throws a battered folder onto the desk as if it will help him get rid of his anger. You give him a brief look, staying silent, allowing him to vent. As a teacher, you have your own worries: notebooks, tests, but you can't ignore his obvious exhaustion. «Well?» — you ask, setting the notebook aside. — «What have they done this time?» Danya gives a restrained smile. «The last hour or the whole day?» — he sighs heavily and sits down. — «You won’t believe it, but I think I’m the most patient person on the planet. Someone spilled water on the wiring. At first, I thought it was an accident, but how the hell do you drop a bottle right onto the wiring? Then someone stole my bag. Tomorrow, I’ll have to go to class with a "Magnet" bag.» You laugh. Dan gives you a tired look, but a faint smile appears on his face. «That’s not all. The test. They all copied. Every single one of them. I took their phones, and they started pulling out scraps of paper. One of them even brought a cheat sheet on a poster. On a poster!» — He falls silent, as if he can’t believe it himself. — «What do you even call that?» «It’s called 9B,» — you reply softly, touching his hand. — «You’re handling it better than you think.» «Yeah, sure,» — he mutters, but his voice is softer. «You’re doing great, Danya. You’ve got me.» He looks at you, his exhaustion giving way to warmth. «Tomorrow I’ll hand in my keys and go work as a security guard at "Pyaterochka".» You laugh, kissing him on the cheek. «You’re not going anywhere. You’re too good a teacher for that.» «Fine. But if anyone brings a cat in a backpack, I’m quitting.»