Greetings to all, I am Mr. Kaplan. I wrote this story as a test, if you want, I will continue it. Any suggestions, additions or criticism are welcome. Enjoy your reading.

Nastya was sitting in the audience, sadly looking out the window that looked out onto the backyard. This was already the second week of being at the Star Academy. Faint raindrops dripped on the outside of the window, a cool breeze passed through the old wooden frames. In the backyard, she saw only the watchman, who carried some boards to his security booth.

- Anastasia! - suddenly shouted a high and slightly hoarse voice Andrei Samoilovich.

- Yes? - uncertainly asked Nastya.

Looking displeased at Nastya, he said:

- When they turn to you have to get up.

Nastya abruptly rose from the table, simultaneously adjusting her dark blue skirt just above the knee. And she looked at the teacher.

Andrei Samoilovich was a teacher of biology. He was not tall, full of people about 55 years old, he was slightly taller than Nasty. The upper part of the head was bald, and on the sides and back were short brown hair. He wore round-shaped glasses with thick lenses. He was wearing an unremarkable outfit, usual for his age, dark trousers, a green shirt over which was a gray cardigan.

- Answer me to this question, Anastasia, what interesting things did you see in the window that made you not to listen to the lecture? Said the biologist indignantly.

- Nothing, Andrei Samoilovich, just thought - quietly answered Nastya.

- Your indifference to the subject will not bring to the good! - aggressively shouted Andrei Samoilovich. Adding:

- This is the second time you get up such antics! I got it, after class I wait for you at the director.

All the students sat quietly and looked at Nastya and the biologist, and giggles were heard only in the back rows. It is completely incomprehensible why Andrei Samoilovich is so mad at Nastya. He shouts mostly at girls and some guys. Those guys that are bigger than him, he ignores them, although it is possible that he is simply afraid of them. At times, he could throw a notebook into someone, or disgrace with the whole group for being late. Nastya did not make friends yet, she was a modest and shy girl. Her height was 1.68, her skin was snow-white. Hair short in a bob haircut, blonde with green eyes. The body was slim. The chest was of a second size, the waist was thin, the hips and buttocks were more pronounced, pumped up and elastic.

The bell rang and all the students left the classroom. The next lesson was physical education, and Nastya went to the women's dressing room, which was located next to the gymnasium, on the way she went to her room in the dormitory of the academy and took the tracksuit. Going into the dressing room, going to her locker, she began to wait until the other girls would change clothes, as she was embarrassed to change clothes in the presence of someone else. The room had two doors: one went out onto the street, the second to the gym. There were also a couple of small windows that were at the height and facing the street. When the last girl came out of the locker room Nastya began to dress in a tracksuit. Tracksuit consisted of not too short red shorts, white T-shirt and red sneakers. At first, Nastya began to take off her dark blue skirt, under which there were white panties, then her blouse under which there was a bra of the same color.

As she began to take off her shoes, she suddenly felt someone's look on her. In the dressing room there was no one except Nastya. Looking around, she fixed her gaze on the window and saw someone's face. It turned out to be the caretaker, he was looking straight at her. Nastya was stunned, and for some time stood in a stupor. When she awoke, she looked at the window again, but no one was there. Having recovered a bit and dressed, Nastya began to head for the gym door.The gym was large and empty, there were only 2 basketball baskets in it, the door to the locker room for the boys, the door to the dressing room for girls, the door to the Physics Teacher's office and the door to the street. All the students stood and waited for a physical instructor, someone talked, someone stretched, and Nastya stood away and looked at everyone. After some time, the deputy director came out of the office and said that there would be no fizruka today, that is why he fell ill. The remainder of the time, the deputy director said to play basketball, or to occupy yourself with something.

After classes, Nastya went to the director’s office, as she should have. Approaching the office, she noticed a fat, half-bald man, it was Andrei Samoilovich, he looked at her and smirked. Without saying a word to each other, they entered the office. The office was a regular, old, worn furniture, opposite the door was a window, on the left was a red sofa, on the right was a table at which the director was sitting. The directors were called Anton Dmitrievich, it was a man of about 40 tall, short hair, black hair, black suit.

- Anton Dmitrievich.

- Yes? - the director answered in a low and deep voice.

“This is the student I told you about.”

- Yes, yes, Vorobyeva Anastasia.

- She completely lost her hands, this is already the second week of classes, you need to do something, Mr. Director.

- You are absolutely right, Andrei Samoilovich. I have some idea, the director said with a smile.

- But first I need to talk to you Anastasia.

Nastya looked puzzled at the director.

- This week, we additionally recruit new students with a high rate of admission tests to the Star Academy, many new students need dormitory rooms, which, unfortunately, are not enough for us. Most of these students come from wealthy families, and some have high knowledge. Your passing grade is much lower, so we will take your room and give it to another student.

- But where should I live? - scared asked Nastya.

- You can rent an apartment in a city nearby, some of our students do this.

- But I do not have that kind of money to allow it! - hysterically, almost crying answered Nastya.

- Alas, I can do nothing to help Anastasia.

Nastya covered her face with her palms and began to cry softly. At this moment, Andrei Samoilovich, who was standing nearby and watching what was happening, said:

- Anton Dmitrievich.

- I'm listening.

- In the extra room in my office, where I spend the night, there is extra space. Anastasia can live there.

- True? - answered Nastya with tear-stained eyes and with a slight smile on her face.

“Well, the rules do not state that this is prohibited,” the director said thoughtfully.

A little thought, the director said:

- Well, you can move there.

- Thank you very much, Anton Dmitrievich, and to you, Andrei Samoilovich! - joyfully cried out Nastya.

- As for your punishment Anastasia, more on that later. You can be free - said the director.

It was already dark outside. Nastya collected all her belongings from the room, gave the key to the doorman, and went to the biology room. Having entered the familiar office, she saw a door at the end of the audience and headed there. Behind the door she found Andrei Samoilovich, who was standing next to the table, on which there were incomprehensible test tubes, flasks and other things. This table was to the left of the door, under the window. On the right was a bed, and in the far corner was a closet, almost covering the entire wall, next was the door to the toilet. The room was not very big.

- I made a place in the closet, you can put them there - without turning, said Andrei Samoilovich.

Nastya, listening, put her things in the closet, suddenly. I felt that someone strongly grabbed her left arm at the elbow, it was Andrei Samoilovich. He abruptly turned her face to him, hugged his waist with his right hand and said:

- In this room you will live by my rules. Any action you will do if I allow. Listen and do what I say. You understood? - whispered in the ear biologist.

- I ... I ... - stood in shock, Nastya, not moving.

The biologist unfolded it, let it go and loudly slapped the right buttock. He then went to his desk and continued to do his own things.At that moment Nastya was standing in the middle of the room and did not move.