Penalty Lap, Lyubushka!

The end of eleventh grade: preparing for exams, the last bell, the most important tests, and the feeling that changes are on the horizon. A romantic atmosphere I managed to ruin with a single morning encounter. I asked a passerby for a cigarette—and it turned out he was my physical education teacher for the remaining two weeks! Of course I had to get myself into a mess like that… Now penalty laps will be haunting me every lesson… A warm story with a special atmosphere.