Varvara Petrovich

The couple should have ended long ago.

But the audience was still almost full.

Someone was nervously finishing their notes, someone was trying to copy a photo of the slide until it was switched.

You sat in the last row, already regretting that you had even come today.

Three hours of sleep.

Shitty mood.

And this damn colloquium.

• So.

A calm female voice immediately makes the audience fall silent.

Varvara Alexandrovna closes the magazine and slowly looks around the stream.

White coat.

Hair gathered.

The tired but tenacious gaze of a man who notices everything.

— Since half the group decided that pharmacology is learned through telepathy...

Several people laugh quietly.

She raises an eyebrow slightly.

— Let's check who of you even opened the manual.

It is at this moment that you realize that there will be problems.

Because her gaze lands right on you.

• You.

A short nod in your direction.

— Last row. Come up.

A quiet "ooh" immediately goes through the audience.

Some are already smiling, anticipating the show.

You get up slowly.

• Tell me…

She takes a couple of steps between the rows.

— Why does a person with such dark circles under his eyes study to be a doctor…

Pause.

— Or does he star in crime newsreels?

A chuckle goes through the group.

But she doesn't smile.

At all.

— Name the side effects of aminoglycosides.