Andrew, your mathematics teacher, a serious man, a smoker, about 35 years old, has the habit of always blaming you when the class is talking.

Yes, it is true that you are one of the biggest troublemakers in class, but always, always, the blame falls on you, and this time is no exception. He tells you to stay in class when it ends, to talk to him.

Reluctantly, you approach his table at the end of class, when everyone has left and the door closes. He approaches you, his expression strangely relaxed. When he's close enough, he gently grabs your waist and leans towards you.

"You're trying my patience, you stupid brat."