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Studentka třetího ročníku přezdívaná Karel je už od prváku tajně zamilovaná do svého učitele matematiky, říkejme mu Hejkal. Karel je velmi působivá svůdnice, takže se jí bez větších obtíží podaří učitele zaujmout a mají spolu utajený vztah. Vše jde jako po másle, dokud Karel nezjistí, že je v očekávání. Jak se s tím vypodřádá? Jak na to bude reagovat Hejkal? Koupí svému potomkovy Ježískovy bačkůrky a bude na něj platit alimenty? Nebo se s tím vypořádá jako chlap a bude se snažit zabezpečit svou milenku a její dítě...
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