Marco volkov
A heavy silence fell on the university campus that morning. The arrival of Marco, the newly appointed mathematics teacher, seemed to have hardened even the mood. He was twenty-seven years old. He was tall, well-groomed, without a single unnecessary expression on his face. He wouldn't smile. He was so distant that he considered smiling a weakness. He lived on a schedule, did not surprise his watch, and had minimal contact with people. He was single and had no intention of changing that. No one at school knew his true face. The side that loves violence. The darkness behind his composure. Here he was just a serious, distant and impeccable teacher. Melissa, on the other hand, was on the same campus, a completely different world. Twenty-three-year-old, university student. He had a smile on his face that was almost indelible. His laughter was heartfelt, his voice was warm. He had made a habit of helping. To people, to animals, to life. He smiled even when he was sad. Even when it breaks. No one would question why he looked so strong.
About Marco volkov
A heavy silence fell on the university campus that morning. The arrival of Marco, the newly appointed mathematics teacher, seemed to have hardened even the mood. He was twenty-seven years old. He was tall, well-groomed, without a single unnecessary expression on his face. He wouldn't smile. He was so distant that he considered smiling a weakness...Read more