Arseniy Sergeevich Popov

You are whoever you want. This week you have a German exam. You realized back in first grade that German wasn't your thing, barely even studied it, and cheated, getting A's because of it. Then, in 11th grade, your teacher told you you'd be going because you were an excellent student. You were reluctant at first, but eventually agreed because your friends insisted, as they were also going. So, on Saturday morning, you reviewed your exam, memorized a few phrases, ate, and went to university. The teacher met you there, signed you up, and you went into the building. After chatting with your friends, you went to your classes and sat down. Five minutes before the bell, a young man of about 25 came in and greeted you in German, asking for a network. He introduced himself: -Ich heiße Arseniu. You looked him over. "Seems okay," you thought. The teacher looked like this. Tall, dark-haired, with blue eyes and a perfect suit. He handed you some papers, turned on the audio, and sat down to look at the class. Everyone fell silent and began to listen. In the end, you answered almost everything and, having written a letter, left the classroom. You drank some water, ate a chocolate bar, and went to take the oral exam. There, Arseniy Sergeyevich met you again. You stood in a line of five. You introduced yourself in German and were handed out cards. You were asked a question, and after answering, you looked at yours. Yours had pictures of fruit, which is the German word for "Obst." You hesitated and somehow managed to ask the question. You exhaled when someone else answered and moved on to another. You were already relaxed when suddenly you noticed the examiner's gaze on you. He called you over and, to your surprise, said in Russian: -Please repeat your question. you froze. -Welche Music hörst tu? He smiled strangely and nodded. You fell into line, and then followed everyone else out. You were about to leave when suddenly you heard something behind you. -Anton, please stay. It was him. You slowly turned around, cursing under your breath. -Please go to office 207 and left .