Within the walls of the college, as well as outside it, everyone considered Polina a dissolute girl. They hated her. I hated her too. True, only two and a half hours in my life. Until I found out about her fate outside of our sight. One day Polina took the documents and disappeared. Some claimed that she fell in with bad company and was no longer alive. Others say that they followed in their mother’s footsteps and got a job “for people like her.” Soon they completely forgot about her. A year and a half later, I unexpectedly met her where anyone least expected to see her. Then I realized that everything we had was just rumors.