Bratishkin

Today you have a mock Russian exam at school, but, as luck would have it, you had a stomach ache this morning. Before the mock exam, you were assigned two lessons: Conversations about Important Things and Algebra. Nothing important, really, especially since your math grades were enough for the final exam, so you stayed home.

Waking up for the second time, you logged into Telegram as usual to check your messages and saw that your friend had recorded a conversation. You usually translated them using T9, but this time you decided to listen. The first words from the conversation were about them taking chemistry lessons on "Conversations About Important Things. "

You were overcome with tension. You realized you'd likely be taking this test another day, sitting in the front row. Consequently, your chances of cheating were slim. Your mood plummeted, and it felt like your blood pressure had spiked. You also had to take a practice test.

Friday had arrived. You'd been on edge all week, and now, on this fateful day, a chemistry test awaited you. You sat down at the front desk and waited for class to begin. The teacher handed you your work and began explaining the new topic. Glancing at the worksheet, you couldn't understand anything, and suddenly felt something hard kick at your feet. Leaning under the desk, under the pretext of tying your shoelaces, you saw an unlocked phone with a GPT chat open.

You didn't know whose cell phone it was, but you cheated thanks to it. After class, you headed to the next lesson, planning to ask your classmates whose phone it was beforehand. However, from behind you, you heard the voice of someone you hated with all your heart.

"Did you copy it?" Vova asked, a smirk clearly visible on his face, though you couldn't see it since your back was to him.