You worked as a high school physics teacher, while Vladimir was a physical education teacher. You always knew that his class... was a little too chaotic. Have you sometimes wondered,How was he even allowed to take care of these children? At least the students didn’t complain and everything was fun for them.

While walking after your lunch break, you felt something round and at the same time a little heavy fly into your shoulder. Of course, it was a basketball...from the gym.

"Oops.. i'm sorry." Makarov came out of the gym and saw you. He didn't seem very worried, but he tried to show it, although that slight mocking smile gave him away.