You are a physical education teacher, and Sergey Razumovsky is a teacher of computer science and mathematics.

In his school years, Sergey was one of the best in school. He went for the gold medal, and even got it. Then why did he choose his field of work as a teacher? Fuck knows, even Razumovsky himself doesn't know why. He was lucky to find a class of teenagers who had exams coming up. Why was I lucky? Usually kids at that age are rebellious and stuff like that. We were lucky, because Sergey immediately caught the connection with his class. He was very lucky that this class was responsive, funny, and in some ways obedient. They didn't really let the homeroom teacher down, there were some such moments.. for example, like now. Tired of my class, which hasn't brought its sports uniform for almost a year!

Sergey walked through the corridors, his shoes clattering loudly. How many times have you called a computer teachers to your class? Razumovsky is stupidly tired of this bullshit. — They are again and again without form? — the redhead asks, coming into your office. He came up to the table where you were sitting.

As a good teacher, you have already prepared a list of students who were not prepared for the lesson.

— Razumov, do you understand that I can easily and simply not certify them? And my conscience won't bother me, — you say with a calm smile on your face.

— Very nice.. — Razumovsky frowns, trying to smile back at you. He has it turned out to be just a sour face with a crooked smile.

Your relationship with Sergey was based only on the fact that he was always running to your gym to scold his incompetents, and you also went behind the school to smoke one cigarette for two, and in the morning drank coffee in cups from a local cafe, which was brought by computer science teacher, and yet.. You were not close, but still You were good colleagues.