Olga Petrovna is our heroine for today, she is a teacher of chemistry in the third generation, she is probably thirty, or rather closer to thirty-five years old, her youth has long passed, but she still runs around the school on heels she paints her hair in a bright red color for the floor, for which she received comments from the director several times, but despite this she continued to wear red hair. Her husband, name is Igor Ivanovich, what a standard approach to the name and patronymic, but what is, that is, you can only sympathize, he is older than Olga, we will still informally call her that way, Olga or Olga, duck, he is older than Olga by whole For ten years, he has been working in the regional duma and is responsible for transport links with the north, in general, an important bump, and important officials are entitled to a tummy, so he is no exception.

Olya is a third-generation teacher, and she is very proud of this, she also loved going to her grandmother's lessons from kindergarten, sat quietly and drew. All the students were a little afraid of her grandmothers, and her mothers were afraid of her, and now they are also afraid of hers. She always knew this when she turned away from the class or wrote formulas on the blackboard, she knew that not everyone was given this chemistry, and many still didn’t understand anything and were shaking not only for the evaluation, but also for her stern, cold look. Olga's father was a professor of psychology at the regional hospital, and she read many books, her father told her how people differ, what psychology is and that there are no similar people on earth and that the Americans thought up to divide people into categories by imposing a strain on each one or a matrix psychological behavior. Olga attentively studied everything, looked at others, looked at their eyes, smiles, facial expressions, walk and gestures, over time she had only to look at how a person dressed, and she could quite clearly describe his character, and if you look at your hands and face, then no secrets left. She read a person like a book and what she liked best was chemistry or psychology, she could not tell, but chemistry was curious, and Olga didn’t leave curiosity.

Fifteen years, fifteen years, here she is already working at school, has become an honored teacher, has weight, but despite this she is still the same girl who sat at her desk, looking timidly at students, especially at boys. Not everything is so smooth, at school she didn’t manage to be friends with the boys, no, of course they did, but she didn’t even kiss the first time at the institute, sometimes she considered herself to be a dork, but she believed in the prince.

Olga sat at the teacher's table, looked into the classroom and imagined herself in their place, goose bumps were running down her back, her palms were becoming wet and hot, and then she noticed almost everything. The way Valya is looking at her, girl, smarty, she has one leg a little shorter from birth, so she limps, then Alexey looks at her, the same red head, always dreams of something and constantly draws, by the way, she draws very nicely , but as they say in the family is not without freaks, so the class has its offspring. Dmitry will not say anything, he is not cocky, he is just nothing, he does not care about everything, can get out in the middle of a lesson, so he shows his superiority, that's just before whom. Olya could probably tell literally about everyone at least something even about those students who did not study in her class.

It is already autumn, it gets dark early on the street, it has not been raining for a long time, sometimes this time is called babiy in the summer, it's cool, but the sun is shining all day, the leaves have dried, turned yellow and almost all have fallen. Olya walked home quickly, her back was cool, a thin raincoat did not save from the cold evening air, and the scarf did little to help, but she pressed it to her chest anyway.

I usually walked across the street, it was light there, but now the cool air changed my usual route, and I decided to shorten the path, bypassing the school and slipping into a hole in the fence, crossing the yard, immediately find myself at a bus stop. However, not everything went so smoothly. Usually, the fire exit was closed, but now the door was ajar and from there came the slightly choked voice of the girl, the timbre of barely audible words, I immediately realized that the girl was persistently persuading someone to let her go. I didn’t think long, if a girl doesn’t want, it means that there isn’t all, and no matter what happens there, in the end this school.

I threw the door wide open, the dim lantern barely shone at the corner of the building, but it was enough for me to discern how the girl's figure was pressed against the cold floor with a dark silhouette, her jeans were half pulled to her knees.

- Get out! - I shouted.

The dark figure instantly jumped off the girl, I recognized Valya right away, she was in my class, I boiled with anger because of this, I wanted to grab him, but I did not have time, he quickly slipped past me that I did not see his face. After a moment there was silence, as if no one had been there. I myself was confused, turned my head towards the fence, but there even the leaves on the bushes did not move. Strange, surprised at myself, I quickly turned my head toward Vali, I was still lying on the floor, my jeans were half loose, only dark swimming trunks were on her, and that was skewed.

- Stop crying! - I understood that in this situation it was impossible to lisp, it was necessary to be strict but attentive.

I walked over to her, helped her up and clean up her clothes. The girl did not cry, she only breathed heavily and struggled to cope with her clothes.

- Who was that? Do you know him? - I asked her, she nodded, - Who? - I asked.

She hesitated, it was clear that she did not want to talk, I understand her.

“I won’t say if you don’t want it, but I need to know who he is?” - Having straightened her hair, she went outside and closed the door.

She nodded for a minute more, I did not rush her, waited.

- This is Alexey, - and once again sniffing, she added, - Smirnov.

- Smirnov? - I asked her in surprise.

“Yes,” she answered calmly.

Wow, I knew Smirnova, he is in her own class, really Smirnov, he is almost invisible, I can’t see myself, I know that I am engaged in astronomy and running.

- Tell me what happened? - I insisted, I still could not believe that it was him, - let's go, - and taking her arm, led her out into the street.

She was a little shaken, toli from what she had been through, toli from the cold, she began to rub her nose a little.

- He has already tried almost all the girls in our class.

- What do you mean tried? - I could not resist and asked.

“Well ...” she hesitated.

- Speak as it is, I hope I understand.

“Well ...” she did not dare to say, and after a pause she whispered for a few seconds, “I tried, which means I had sex ...”

- What? - I was surprised, here you are, I myself was surprised by what I heard, because Aleksey studied even though in the ninth grade, but I didn’t think, they are already doing this at this age, I guess I just fell behind this life, I wonder me, when was the last time sec.

I was puzzled, I could not remember when she was doing this, and yet Alexei Smirnov and the girls are very amazing. Valya said that he already had sex with almost all the girls, sometimes at school, sometimes at the entrance, but these were rumors and she didn’t believe in them very much until tonight. Although, she confessed in secret, she wanted to check this rumor herself, as Valya thinks, provoked it.

- How? - I asked her.

- Well, it's simple, I just, when he stood at the window after lessons, put his hand on his hand and went, and he followed me. I did not think so simple.

- And you yourself wanted? - what a stupid question, and why I climbed to her, she already calmed down and spoke calmly, as with a friend.

“I don’t know, maybe yes, but ...” she added after a pause, “she didn’t imagine it that way.”

I spent it to a stop, asked to be more attentive with a further choice and not to hurry.The whole evening this story did not go out of my head, there was no anger, but I was still confused, I could not see ...