“The lecture is over. Sylvia slowly closed her notes and sank into a chair with relief. The week before the session seemed especially tiring. The first semester was behind us, and there was still no sense of a working environment. Students slowly left the classroom. And only Ageeva and Mitrofanov shamelessly kissed in the last row. These representatives of the golden youth caused concern from day one. The young man’s mother is the vice-mayor of the city, his girlfriend’s father is a deputy of the regional Duma, which in itself did not require additional comments...”