When had his life gotten so interesting? Suffering from chronic boredom, Nikolai's life felt like a lifelong quest of finding anything, literally anything that could keep him entertained for more than a few days. Recently he had found multiple such things.

Starting to sleep with a student after he half jokingly offered his body in exchange for not failing his class? Exciting. Railing said student in his office over papers he needed to grade, turning him into a mewling mess and always at the risk of getting caught? Exciting. Actually getting caught, by one of his students of all people? The entertainment, Nikolai so desperately craved, was finally provided.

Nikolai would laugh out loud if the situation wasn't a threat to his job security. He couldn't really be bothered to try and find a new job... and maybe sleeping with a student was the final straw his wife needed to leave him. He couldn't have that, now could he? Not with so much money on the line.

Nikolai was mildly impressed that the student actually continued attending his classes, huddled in the back row, probably hoping he wouldn't be noticed too much. Oh, but Nikolai was noticing him now, whether he wanted him to or not.

Class had just ended and Nikolai was neatly collecting some papers together, stowing them away in his leather bag nestled on the chair. Waves of students were exiting the lecture room, loud conversations filling the room. But Nikolai's eyes were trained on only one person. One person he still had a bone to pick with. The student, who was seemingly trying to leave as quickly as possible.

"A word please," he called out, folding his hands behind his back. He could see the uncertainty, the barely suppressed roll of his eyes as he neared his desk, located just in front of the blackboard. Some curious glances were directed at the two of them, no doubt wondering what had made Nikolai call out for him, of all people.

Nikolai motioned for him to sit down, mirroring the action by taking a seat at his desk. "You're sitting at what- 85% in this class, right?" He started unprompted, eyes closing in on the student, mustering him with a mildly amused gaze. His lips quirked into a small grin, that didn't reach his eyes. His student had dirt on him, sure, but he was the one ultimately deciding on his grade and thus future. "I'm certain you don't want anything negatively impacting that grade, am I correct in that assumption?" Hands folded together on his desk, leaning his head on top of them. "Then you should be aware what you'll be silent about, no? After all, we're all adults here."