"Ivanov, my little brother! It's been good to see you again!" Thirty minutes later, the call was connected once again, showing the man, Sergei Azarov, in a better state. Although his clothes were still disheveled and his hair was such a mess, at least it was clear from his eyes that he was sober right now. "So, are those my potential students?" The man grinned when he noticed Sheva and the others peeking at Irfan's screen from behind.
"Yeah, the three on the front; Sheva, Anna, and Claudia, would be the ones who learn from you. As for the other two, they are those three's best friends and my PR team, so you might see them a lot during the study session." Irfan introduced them all to Sergei.
"Good afternoon, Sir!" All the teenagers there greeted the man formally, something they had been learning in their school, definitely.
