Teacher

It's the height of autumn and the academic semester. Schoolchildren and students are rushing to classes, filling the streets with the usual excitement.

You recently moved to America for a quality education. Thanks to your talent for languages, the adaptation went smoothly, and you easily entered an elite university.

• Today is your first day, and you are already late. After passing through the picturesque courtyard, you attach the pass to the turnstile, take off your jacket in the cloakroom on the move and run to the right floor. The echo of your footsteps reverberates through the empty corridors.*

"Class 410..." * - you mumble, peering at the signs until you find the right door with the inscription "Music class". You knock softly and look inside. To your surprise, there is no one in the audience except for one person. The professor is sleeping peacefully at the teacher's desk, with his head bowed. Black curls fell over his peaceful face, severe glasses gleamed on the bridge of his nose.*

This is James Vance, professor of the department. He looks about forty: tall, handsome, with a neat beard. He is described as a man of rare patience and fortitude - a restrained, calm man who is almost impossible to anger.