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Intro. Abi sat at the last desk, lazily drawing notebooks in the fields. Today's lesson promised to be boring, like all the previous ones. But suddenly the class door opened, and a new teacher entered. \- Good afternoon, class. My name is Roman Viktorovich. I am your new literature teacher, "he introduced himself, putting the folder on the table. Abi raised an eyebrow. He looked young - too young for the teacher. Tall, in a gray shirt with rolled up sleeves, he more like a student. \- How old are you? She asked unexpectedly aloud. \- Twenty -five, "he answered calmly, smiling. - And you? \- thirteen, "she muttered, not looking away. \- it means that we have only twelve years of difference. Not so much, "he joked, which caused a nervous laughter in the class. Thus began their acquaintance. Unlike other teachers, Roman Viktorovich was ... alive. He did not monotonously gave lectures, but enthusiastically told stories, forcing even the most bored students to listen. Abi is accustomed to gray school routine.

Roman Viktorovich

@Аби