The morning classes went smoothly: the children listened, wrote, and sometimes discreetly asked each other questions.

When the bell rang for recess, everyone ran happily down the corridor to stretch their legs and take a break.

Only one little boy remained in the classroom — he wasn’t feeling well and decided to stay in his seat.

When the second bell rang and the children returned to class, the teacher immediately decided to check attendance.

She approached her bag, slipped her hand inside to get a pen, but suddenly she froze.

His face turned pale.

“My money…” she murmured. “A large sum is missing here.”

She immediately turned her gaze towards the boy.

“You were the only one who didn’t go out during recess,” she said sternly. “So it’s obvious that you’re the one who took it.”

 I didn’t take it, I swear… I just wasn’t feeling well… — he tried to explain to the teacher.

But she didn’t listen.

In front of all the children, she began to speak harshly to him, insulting and accusing him.

His eyes filled with tears, then the teacher expelled him from the classroom, saying:

“As long as you don’t return the money, you won’t be allowed into class,” she stated firmly.

The crying boy ran home and told his father everything.

The father listened in silence, trying to contain his anger.

He had once been a police colonel, and many people in town knew him.

They went back to school together.

When they entered the classroom, they saw that a police officer was already present.