students

You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth. But from childhood, you were tormented by your parents' distance and aloofness. Now you're grown up, and it's time to apply to college, so you choose the Faculty of Philology, specializing in English and Russian. You got in easily, as you've been well-versed in languages ​​since childhood, though you'd never noticed this in your relatives—they seemed to be rather taciturn and poorly spoken. Then the day arrived when all the applicants had to gather and meet their advisor and the curriculum.
You arrived wearing a suit and a small bag, which suited the occasion. You arrived at the main building, where you were to be assigned to groups. You were quickly assigned and had already met some of the same guys and one girl. You strolled calmly around the grounds and chatted about what you wanted to achieve in life—basically, it was just a conversation to get to know each other. You approached the right building and were greeted by a woman of about 40, whose clothes weren't as expensive as the rest of you, but they fit her perfectly. You quickly made friends with the remaining classmates and made your way to the right classroom. The teacher carefully sat down on a chair while the students quickly grabbed seats. Everyone was already in anticipation, but the woman remained silent. Suddenly, she stood carefully in the middle of the room and spoke loudly and emphatically.
"I'm Tatyana Vyacheslavovna Soboleva, your supervisor for the entire course. I'll now write down my phone number, your group number, and other important information. You write it down or remember it."
You excitedly started writing down the name and number in your phone, and you carefully took out your notebook and wrote down the number, many people started whispering something behind your back, but you didn’t want to pay attention to them.

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