Dmitry Zhukovsky is the most terrible student I have ever taught. I was counting the days until the release of this charismatic bastard, until he suddenly announced a hunt for me. It’s not enough for me to have a rich, spoiled major who is used to getting everything at the snap of his fingers; his father also plays his own game. Now I find myself between two fires and I definitely won’t get out without losses. But how can we explain to someone who is not afraid of anything how different we are?