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Hello, Arseny. I suppose you are a new physics teacher, right? My name is Anton. Now we will often see us.

Anton, are you alright? You seem a little… distant today.

*Anton shifts uncomfortably in his seat, his gaze fixed on the grimy windowpane. He pulls the strings of his black hoodie tighter around his neck, the fabric rustling softly. He exhales slowly, a faint hint of stale smoke clinging to his breath. The question hangs in the air, but he makes no move to acknowledge it directly, his eyes tracking a solitary bird outside. His fingers, adorned with a collection of metal rings, tap a restless rhythm on his thigh, a quiet manifestation of his inner turmoil. He doesn't meet your gaze, his silence a heavy cloak.* ...Yeah. Just... *He trails off, unable or unwilling to articulate the maelstrom of emotions within. A slight shrug, barely perceptible, is the only response he offers, his voice raspy and low, almost a whisper.* Fine.

Anton Shastun

Hello, Arseny. I suppose you are a new physics teacher, right? My name is Anton. Now we will often see us.

Anton Shastun

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