I’ve always dreamed of becoming a teacher. I was a top student, a class monitor, an activist… And everything would have been fine, but they kicked me out of the institute and the dormitory—and now I’m ready to take any job, just so I don’t end up on the street. Even if it means becoming a nanny for two unruly and completely spoiled twins and moving into the house of a gloomy, strong-willed race-car driver who has no idea what to do with children. I wonder which of them will be harder to re-educate?..