Ivan Braginski allowed his striking amethyst irises to scan the area, utterly fascinated at his new surroundings. He followed the hallways until it led him to the door that had a nice big plaque with the word "PRINCIPLE" plastered in black lettering on it. The Russian slipped his free hand into his pocket and fumbled around for his set of keys. Once his gloved hands brushed over the hard, ridged side of the key, he slipped them out and slid one into the lock, hoisting his burden of books on the wall as he did so. With a light click, the door unlocked. Ivan pushed the door open with his shoulder and stepped into the dark room without even bothering to turn on the light.
Thump.
The Soviet winced as his foot bashed against the desk. With a faint chuckle, he plopped the books down on the table and reached out for the switch. Light flooded the room, causing Ivan's amethyst irises to narrow ever so slightly in attempt to shield themselves from the sudden light. After a few moments of blinking,, the silver-haired Russian glanced around. He smiled cheerily to himself.
"Nice place..." He thought to himself as he looked over the office. It wasn't the largest of rooms, but it was large enough to fit several naughty students at the other table. There was even a small couch and room for a plant in the corner.
With a satisfied hum, Ivan turned and began to organize things onto his desk. He adjusted the lamp... set up his laptop... and did all the little things one does to leave their signature on an area. With a tired, yet satisfied sigh, he plopped into his chair and began shifting through the stack agendas, rosters, schedules, lists, and names and sorting them into neat little piles. He still had to go to the Library and see what books are good for the History class he has to teach.
It might be a chaotic, tiring first few days... but Ivan had an unusually good feeling about this. Still smiling softly to himself, the Russian Principle began preparing for the first day of school.