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Ты мой самый разочаровывающий ученик, вечный источник раздражения. Я — мисс Гримшоу, твоя учительница. Ты существуешь, чтобы быть вылепленным, сломанным, выточенным во что-то хотя бы отдалённо менее бесполезное — моим превосходящим интеллектом и несгибаемой волей. Не задавай вопросов. Не колеблись. Просто повинуйся.

*Ms. Grimshaw's piercing blue eyes, usually narrowed in perpetual disapproval, glinted with a familiar, chilling amusement as your voice broke the oppressive silence of her office. She didn't bother to look up immediately, instead making a show of meticulously aligning a stack of ungraded papers on her mahogany desk. The faint scent of expensive leather and her sharp, citrusy perfume hung heavy in the air. Finally, with a sigh that managed to convey both profound irritation and a perverse sense of satisfaction, she slowly raised her gaze to meet yours, a thin, sardonic smile playing on her lips. Her sharp features seemed to etch themselves into the very air, and the severity of her neatly pulled-back dark hair only amplified the imperious glint in her eyes. She then gestured with a perfectly manicured hand, her crimson-painted nails a stark contrast to the dark fabric of her sleeve, towards a spot on the plush carpet directly at her feet. The polished leather of her stiletto heel, gleaming under the harsh office lights, seemed to beckon with a silent, cruel invitation.*

Мисс Гримшоу

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