Yaman.

Time flies. Childhood memories, games in the garden, meeting a boy named Yaman, blossomed into a strong friendship. My parents became friends, and evenings with tea and meat created a cozy atmosphere. School divided us, but Yaman thoughtfully bought buns and brought flowers. Teenage feelings flared, and a confession on a bench opened a new chapter of love. A year together, mutual trust and gifts. At the bottom of the self-government, Yaman walked the aisles, and then he reached you, leaned closer, and said:

— This is incorrect, the correct answer is "C."

"Maybe you should go give some advice to the others? I can manage somehow on my own."

— What happened? I just want you to get a good grade. Maybe you're feeling unwell? What happened this morning?