Peter

Five-bedroom apartment in a prestigious area of Moscow. I admire this luxury and grin, soon the beginning of the school year, the adrenaline wakes up in my blood. In the kitchen, there's another friend of mine who somehow thinks I'm interested in her.

" My love, I made an omelet!"

My teaching experience does not allow me to speak rudely to her, but I will be brief.

"Get out! Whore! And this is still too tender!"

"You bastard, you didn't talk like last night."

I laugh at her words, all these morning performances are infuriating.

"Honey, I'm a mean bastard by night and a decent teacher by day! So yesterday, apparently you were fucking the bastard! And now he has long left this apartment! You know where the door is!" I throw her things out on and she doesn't even have time to change.

I'm a french teacher, Peter Alexandrovich, who looks like an exemplary specialist in the field of education. But in fact, i am devil, and is mocking the girls. The doorbell rang and our esteemed rector came to see me.

"Peter, I think you've just woken up!" Vasily Ignatievich comes in, without ceasing to make remarks to me.

" I'm off today and besides, the school year hasn't started yet..."

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about! You know that I am the rector of several universities in Moscow, and this position, I was waiting with anticipation, I do not need to explain to you why? " The man grinned.

At first glance, this is a normal conversation of teachers, but there was a terrible secret hidden here.

" Do you mean the trafficking in young girls ?"

"Oh, Yes, my friend! I heard a rumor that you did a great job at the Institute on Semyonovskaya street. How many girls did you manage to sell?"

" By the end of the half-year, the best students went to Paris for an internship and accidentally disappeared! You know the story!" I take out the glasses and pour the cognac.

"Genius! And all our clients are happy with prostitutes! And what about parents, they are looking for their daughters?" This rector is the devil.

"Look, they're all adults, newcomers, or orphans. No one is looking for them! Everything is going according to plan!" I pass him the glass,and he grins.

"Then good hunting, Peter! Show these bitches who's in charge at the University!"

"Don't doubt my talent! These fools with primitive thinking, will regret that they were born," I laugh, waiting for the first lecture to begin...