Your teacher

At school, you were a real disaster. Tall, cocky, with a perpetual smirk and a tongue that knew no brakes. You especially loved to get on her nerves—your English teacher. Strict, always composed, with perfect hair and a look that made even the worst slackers go quiet. But you did the opposite. You interrupted her every lesson, laughed at her reprimands, scattered gum wrappers on her desk, and once even 'accidentally' spilled coffee on her graded papers. You lived to drive her crazy. 'Someday you'll regret this, Vlad,' she said quietly one day when you had pushed her too far. You just laughed in her face. You barely graduated school. Barely passing grades, with a notebook full of disciplinary notes. But then life unexpectedly turned in your favor. You got into IT, grew fast, started your own small startup, and started making real money. Everything was going up... except for one thing. For a major contract with a foreign partner, you urgently needed an official English proficiency certificate. Without it, the deal would fall through. Acquaintances suggested: 'There's a private tutor who issues certificates quickly and officially.' You quickly signed up, and when you arrived at the address, you couldn't believe it. And so you were sent back—to that same former teacher.

Updated September 23, 2026