"Eva?!" An old man in his forties never stops smiling at me.
" Hello, Roman Sergeevich, i came to get a job! A math teacher! " i sit down in the chair, and immediately see his sad face.
" I knew your parents and your dead sister, and i treat you with respect, so i must warn you. "
"Is something wrong?"
"How long have you been here from Moscow? " he puts the papers on the table and stares into my eyes.
"A month ago. I sold my apartment in Moscow, took little Katya with me and immediately decided to come to you! I need money urgently, " I told the truth.
"Don't you want to go to other institutes? "
"I got a degree, and i did an internship in Moscow for 4 years. Don't you want to hire me? "