September 16 was a normal working day for a teacher of English Elena Dmitrievna. The time on the mobile phone showed 14:45. Just finished the first lesson of the second shift. The class stood in a wild roar.
– Guys, let’s keep it down! – tried to shout down the class of Elena Dmitrievna.
Realizing that it’s useless, Yelena, took the wallet and mobile phone and went to high school cafeteria. She walked down a school hallway, when suddenly I got a call from her cell phone:
Yeah, I’m listening!
The connection came an excited female voice:
– Elena Dmitrievna, Hello! This mom Nadya Timofeeva. Tell me, is long over, the lessons from the first shift? Nadia is still not home and her phone is not responding!
– The first shift I was released two hours ago, maybe Nadia with her friend? Seems she’s friends with Diana Zelenina. I now find her phone and call you back.
E Lena D. was the class teacher 5"B”, in which he studied Nadia Timofeeva. With 5"B” she knew for only two weeks, as after the fourth grade of elementary school ends, and all the disciples to distribute it on new classes -starts secondary school. At school Elena Dmitrievna worked for over 30 years. She was a typical Russian teacher working in a typical high school of a small provincial town like any other in the territory of our country: of medium height, stout, with short hair, wearing glasses. Dressed usually in a simple skirt and blouse, and shoes with low heels.
For two weeks it is impossible to know their students, but Nadia Timofeeva she remembered. First of all she was a good student and was valedictorian, and he often raised his hand in class to answer. She sat at the same Desk with Diana Zelenina – they were friends. Besides, today was a great hour on which the class was shown a documentary film about the war. Nadia burst into tears. Yelena thought that the girl was very sensitive and kind.
Searching and finding the phone Diana Zelenina, Elena Dmitrievna again dialed the number :
– Write down the phone number and address of Diana, if that call me, we will continue to look.
Thank you!
– Hello!
In the class ran the girl 30 years in sports pants and a pink t-shirt with silver inscription. Bleached hair has been trimmed under Kare. Gray eyes subtly outlined with black pencil, eyebrow tattooing, lips slightly tinted pink gloss. On the right cheek of the girl was the mole.
– Elena Dmitrievna, that I called you an hour ago, I am a mother of Nadya Timofeeva!
– Yes, Yes! Well, Nadia wasn’t?
– No! I went to Diana – Diana is at home, and Nadi. Diana said they parted at the gate of the Park, and Nadia went home. I called home, but Nadia there did not appear! What to do now?
– Calm down, please. Let me call up all the classmates Nadi, suddenly she went to someone to visit. That may be, children are children, overworked and forgot to call.
Elena Dmitrievna began to call all the students of 5"B” class one by one, but Nadia was not there.
– It is necessary to go to the police! the girl got up and walked to the exit.
– If there is, call me, I care!
– Well, I’ll call…
Coming out of the school building Margarita Timofeeva – was the name of the mother of Nadya Timofeeva, went to the city police Department.