Meanwhile Kevin was in his room, watching TV (mostly, actually, just looking at the celling, but TV was on). The room was in a mess, and the boy had to upcoming tests, not to mention regular homework, but Kevin just didn't want to do anything at the moment. That was nis normal state.
He realised, that baf grades would lead to troubles in school, and he might not go to college and his futute life blablabla, all that his mom and teachers told him so often. Kevin wasn't stupid. But he didn't really care. He felt like everything will be all right just... by itself, as it always was. "Responsibility" and "consequences" were nothing more then the words from a dictionary for Kevin.
He was a pretty young man, with no signs of the beard on the chin yet, with shoulder-lenght brown hair, dargreen eyes and a cute smile. At the moment Kevin was wearing a t-shirt with famous metal band's print, jeans and sneakers (yes, though he was laying on the bed!). He heared the doorbell ringing, but didn't move - it's mom business to open doors...
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Little did he know, that behind the door awaited his doom - the professional disciplinator. in a last few years many parents found out, that soft and ultra-soft methods of upbringing, that were so advised previously, don't work really well, and some psyhologists started to - npt very loudly - talk about spankings being natural and necessary element of upbringing. And so his business was created - to help people, who lost skills of disciplining naughty kids.
He was an athletic man, 31-32 years old apparently, looking good, but rather ordinarily. The disciplinator was holding a grip-sack (wich also looked very ordinarily) filled with implements of his profession.
He waited patiently untill someone would open the door...
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