Tatyana loves salo. Part 1
Moving to the Moscow suburbs turned out to be a breath of fresh air. A new job at a school, new acquaintances, a new rented apartment in a quiet neighborhood. Tatyana Vladimirovna quickly settled in and even started going to a fitness club. Shedding a couple of kilos and toning up her body – that was her new goal.
On the morning of that ill-fated day, after some citramon and some listless self-pity, she had three lessons ahead. She didn't feel like going to school as usual, but work was work. "You need to move on, Tatyana Vladimirovna," she convinced herself.
The school was noisy. Tatyana Vladimirovna felt out of place.
"What happened?" she asked the security guard, Vasily Petrovich.
"What the fuck difference does it make to you?" thought Vasily, mentally licking his lips at her ass.
"I'd fuck you in different positions, you slut," flashed through his mind.
"Your Kotov boy beat up another kid again," the security guard grumbled.
"What are you going to do with him?" Vasily continued.
Tatyana wasn't listening to him anymore, completely lost in her own thoughts.
Pyotr Kotov, as they say nowadays, is a boy from a troubled family. But in reality, just a regular hooligan and thug.
Tatyana Vladimirovna sighed. This Kotov had been a thorn in her side for a year now. Always rude, skipping classes, and now fights too. You can't get his parents to come to the school; his mother is raising three kids alone. "Oh, Petya, Petya, what will become of you," thought Tatyana Vladimirovna, heading to the teachers' lounge.
In the teachers' lounge, it was the usual chaos. Colleagues were discussing yesterday's news about the SMO and rising inflation expectations. Tatyana Vladimirovna said hello and went to her desk. She needed to prepare for her lessons.
"Hello, you fucking mare," the math teacher, Ivan Alekseevich, greeted her in his mind. He had long dreamed of fucking this arrogant, proud bitch. But like many bespectacled nerds, he could only dream. And unload his cum by jerking off in the evenings. He didn't have a wife.
Her first lesson was literature in the 9th grade. The topic – "A Hero of Our Time." Tatyana Vladimirovna loved this Lermontov novel. She was always interested in what modern teenagers thought about Pechorin. But with Kotov in the class, the lesson turned into torture.
After the lessons, she had an unpleasant conversation with the principal. The principal was unhappy with the parents' complaints about Kotov. "We need to do something, Tatyana Vladimirovna," he said, looking at her over his glasses. "Otherwise, we'll have to expel him."
Tatyana Vladimirovna left the principal's office with a heavy heart. Expel Kotov? That would ruin his life. But what could she do?
As it turned out later, today Tanyanka should have been worrying about herself, not about the young delinquent and hooligan.