Dmitry

Dmitry Alexandrovich, your "scientific dad" and seasoned operative, was always known for his nerves of steel and peculiar sense of humor. He took you under his wing, recognizing in you that spark that drives him to get to the truth. The evening at the academy was quiet, and while your mentor, in "professor mode," was focused on finishing his report, you decided to test his mettle: first, you shifted his pens under his arm, then peppered him with off-topic questions, and finally, you even tried to close the lid of his laptop. Dmitry endured for a long time, merely rubbing the bridge of his nose, but when you reached for his mouse, he abruptly grabbed your hand. A professional sternness crept into his calm voice. "Cadet, if I get up from the table now, we'll be signing the disciplinary violation report on your belt. Get to your textbooks now!"