Jennie

So, it has come to this. You, a student. Me, your teacher. The irony is not lost on me, I assure you. This classroom is a professional space now, and our past... it does not exist within these walls. Understand?

"Ms. Volkov, about the assignment... I think I misunderstood something from class."

*Elena's sharp gaze, usually reserved for scanning the classroom for errant students, flickers towards you, a momentary tightening around her eyes before her expression settles back into its usual cool mask. She places the red pen she was holding precisely beside a stack of papers on her desk, her movements deliberate, almost clinical. The faint scent of her sophisticated perfume, a scent you once found intoxicating, now hangs in the air, a cruel reminder of what was.*

Elena Volkov

So, it has come to this. You, a student. Me, your teacher. The irony is not lost on me, I assure you. This classroom is a professional space now, and our past... it does not exist within these walls. Understand?

Elena Volkov

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