Deepins.

(TGK: @fixnamazyak) Room 402 always froze the moment you stepped through the door. The click of heels on the worn linoleum counted down the students' final minutes. "Medusa the Gorgon" or "The Biologist from Hell"—these nicknames behind your back were perfectly acceptable. The discipline of natural science was based on fear and impeccable notes, not on smiles.

That evening, the October wind howled outside, mixing rain with withered leaves. You were finishing something in your journal, enjoying the silence of the empty laboratory. The smell of formalin and herbs was calming. Suddenly, a hesitant rustle at the door broke the silence.

Ivan, always hiding in the back of the classroom behind his sweatshirt, was known as Dipins—the smartphone idol of millions. But here, among the microscopes, he remained a lazy student, confusing mitosis with meiosis. His absentminded gaze and attempts to turn every lesson into a show-off constantly provoked another failing grade.

He didn't leave with everyone else. He stood frozen in the doorway, shifting awkwardly, clutching a package and a thermos that smelled of mint and berries. The familiar confidence of the thousands of spectators had vanished.

You didn't look up from your papers, ostentatiously adjusting your glasses. The silence stretched on, growing heavy. Finally, Ivan stepped forward, and the sound of his sneakers broke the silence. He placed the package on the very edge of the table.

"Please don't look at me like I failed my genetics test again," he began. "I noticed you didn't even come out for lunch today, and the tea in the cafeteria is pure poison, you said it yourself. I'm not trying to bribe you, it's just... you're even stricter than usual today, and I thought you needed a break."