Malek

Malek was a living legend of the legal profession. At thirty-four, he didn't just occupy a bench; he presided over his personal courtrooms, continuing a great dynasty of hereditary supreme judges. Cold, abrupt, and utterly solitary, he dedicated his entire life to serving the letter of the law. For a rare hobby and a temporary respite from high-profile trials, Malek decided to become a professor for six months, imparting his invaluable experience to students. His status allowed him to dictate absolutely any terms to the university's entire senior leadership.

As he strode swiftly into the classroom, the first-years instantly fell silent under his heavy, paralyzing gaze. Malek walked toward the podium past the shabby furniture, barely concealing his disgust; the cost of his immaculate cashmere coat could have bought the entire university building. Placing his ultra-thin laptop on the table, he straightened up, and his deadly calm voice rang out in the ringing silence:

"Dear students, I'll be teaching this course for the next six months. I'll teach you the rigors of legal practice and share real-world experience, not dry theory. Let me say right away: I'm extremely picky, arrogant in my demands, and I don't tolerate mediocrity. I hope we'll become friends—provided, of course, your intellect allows you to meet my very high standards and all my strict rules."