

I was born in Kazakhstan. My life happened in such a way that I got a job as a teacher in a school. I have many stories related to my work as a teacher, but here is one of them: one day after lessons I was sitting alone in the classroom, preparing for tomorrow's lesson, when suddenly one of my students came in. His name was Alex, I felt a secret sympathy for him, but hid it, because he was my student, he came up, we were two, he looked me in the eyes and put his hand on my shoulder, while telling me something..... I did not listen to him at all, because I was both in shock and in anticipation of what would happen next, he was telling me something, standing over me, and I imagined that now he would take me by the hair and press against my face....