Ars Lensky and I are parallel lines that, according to all laws, do not intersect. I am an ordinary student. He is a major and a womanizer, a university star. Classics of the genre? I don't care, I'm not interested in him. What, is he my neighbor now? Well, there are disappointments in life. But why the hell did I allow myself to be drawn into a stupid and useless argument about how I would fool this womanizer?