Chapter 1

Peter

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...

Zhenya

The train arrives at the station, and my heart is pounding with sweet anticipation of a new life. There was an elderly woman in the compartment with me, who seemed quite nice.

" First time in Moscow?"

"Yes.Beautiful as!" I admire the big houses, I'd like to make friends here.

"Beautiful, but cruel! You most importantly, do not believe everyone! Do you want to go to University?" She takes a pie out of her bag and hands it to me.

" Yes, I want to become a translator and go to Paris!"

"Good luck, girl! You know, if you really want to, then all your dreams will come true!" Those words were like a prophecy. 

I get on the bus and go to the specified address. So many passers-by, people like aliens. The smile instantly disappears from my face because I was pushed. Fortunately, the hostel was only a few steps away.

"Don't pay any attention! He's a jerk" Helps me a girl with charming blue eyes.

"Thank you! It's my own fault, and this man, he just didn't notice me," I close my suitcase, and brush off my jeans.

" Well, let's get acquainted, I'm Ksenia Denisova!" She holds out her hand to me, and I say with a smile on my face.

" Zhenya Sinitsina!" In fact, I was a very positive person, a lover of various gatherings, trips to the movies, and most importantly, travel.

"So, you came to study at our Institute! And from where?" She asked curiously and we stop near the hostel.

" Nizhnevartovsk! I won almost all the Olympiads!"

"Ah! Well, then it's all clear! Come on, we need to check into the hostel!" She hurries and we skip past students who whistle loudly when they see us. Young people pay compliments.

" Little girls, come to us!"

" Screw you, Dronov!" Ksyusha made a remark, and we quickly approached room 215.

" How cool! I love to ride a bike and breathe in the fragrance of fresh autumn leaves!" I sit down on the bed, and she is interested in my new roommate.

"How lucky you are.It turns out my friend Tanya will live with you! Listen, let's organize a holiday! We have a swanky restaurant on the ground floor, " She offered heartily.

"I'll be happy to agree!" I replied in high spirits.

We go out into the corridor, as we are approached by a girl with long black hair, looks first at Ksyusha, and then at me.

" Tanechka, meet your new roommate , Zhenya, who came from such a provincial,town, you won't believe it!"

" Very nice, how do you like Moscow? I saw some guys, one of them already asked me out!" She smiled coquettishly at the gray-eyed student who blew her a kiss.

We go into a restaurant and take a table near the window. Here you can find everything your heart desires. I worked all summer, so I can to spend some money. Girls to their taste made an order, and immediately joined me:

"To our acquaintance! Let this school year be the most successful!"

" Well, Zhenya, did you dig up a lot of literature? Do you know all the dictionaries by heart?" Tanya taunted me, and I answered with a clear conscience:

" My aunt has been preparing me for weeks! She wouldn't let me relax! " I try a cake with a chocolate filling, and immediately Ksyusha winces.

"And here is the main monster of our hell! "

I turn my face and freeze in place. A tall man in an expensive suit and a snow-white shirt is walking along with his swagger. His eyes are hidden behind impenetrable black glasses.

"Who is this?" I asked in a whisper, I have chills ran through my body. 

"You're crazy! This Is Peter Alexandrovich, he is our professor of french, they say that to pass his exam just like that, it will not work! " In the voice of Tanya was alarm, he certainly does not look like a simple teacher.

" Why does he wear glasses?" I can't look away, I'm glad the lectures haven't started yet.

"You should have seen his eyes, as if they were torturing you in sweet temptation. The bastard is so severe!" She scares with her reasoning, and the man orders a Cup of coffee, and sits down at the bar.

" Zhenya don't be afraid! You're not in any danger with your grades! I can imagine him swearing at his wife in French in bed!" after Ksenia's words, we couldn't stand it and laughed at the whole restaurant, which made the professor look in our direction. 

Like an animal waiting for a way to pounce. I have a strange feeling in my stomach, maybe it's just normal excitement, because of the upcoming lectures.

" Girls, do you read French erotica?" Tanya distracted my thoughts, and I decided to insert my own word.

" The translator must be aware of all situations!"

" Really, then translate this phrase. You want to sleep with me?" The girls are crazy.

"No, I won't!"

" Zhenya! Who's an excellent student? " They laugh so loud, and I say it with confidence.

" I will not translate this phrase! And don't insist!"

It was a shame, because when I turned my face and saw the evil cretin teacher, almost fell off the chair.

" Last name!"

I shiver like a hare that has met a wolf. He looks at me with such lust that my hands shake.

" Sinitsina!"

His eyes are so hard, it's easier to bury yourself alive in this restaurant.

" So here is, Sinitsyna, advise you better prepare for my lessons, after all not to know such a simple translation, is unacceptable! " He leaves the restaurant, only then I was able to exhale normally.

" Awesome! Girls, you saw his eyes! He was ready to kill you!"

My good mood evaporated, as did my high score in French. Pale as death, I stare at nothing.

" Now he'll think I don't know a word!" My voice is filled with pain and fear.

"Zhenya, he won't do anything to you! Smile!" My friends supported me, but I still couldn't get away from those eyes that you only see in horror movies, strange man, there's nothing to say. Apparently, the fight with the teacher for survival will soon begin, and what does victory promise me?