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“Welcome to Moscow Imperial Boys’ School,” greeted the woman with blonde hair, dark green eyes, and heels that almost made her look as tall as my husband.
She wore a midnight blue business suit, no tie, and a smile that looked just as professional as it could get. From the little badge tucked on her blazer, there was no surprise that she was the headmistress of the school.
Her name was Zarubina Stepanovna, and she had come personally to greet us.
She gives me a firm nod and a smile while extending her hand to Ivan, not sparing me a glance again. “It’s an honor to be able to see the legend in person finally. Can’t say I’m not a little nervous,” she chuckles, and I notice a silver of nervousness in the way she rubs her other hand against her pants.
Her eyes are fixed on Ivan
