“Undress, professor!” I blurted, rushing into the classroom.
Ignoring the stunned look of the “criminal,” I quickly closed the distance and reached for his jacket.
—Come on, we’ve got a pair in ten minutes!
I grabbed the lapels, trying to pull his jacket off Ruslan Yevgenyevich’s shoulders when, from behind me, the rector’s loud voice boomed:
—Ruslan! After class, to my office!
—Mom!— I squeaked.
The rector left, and the “criminal” exhaled and turned his burning gaze on me:
—Undress, Sinitsyna!
—W-why?..
He put a hot palm on my waist and yanked me closer:
—Now that the rector thinks I’m sleeping with a student, you simply must compensate me for the moral harm you caused!
Mom…
Ruslan Yevgenyevich Loginov is our new professor of criminal law. Strict to the point of teeth-grinding. So serious that even at himself in the mirror he doesn’t smile. We hated each other from the very first meeting. And then it turned out: from hate to love—one… pass!