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You're entering 11th grade. You've always been bad at math. Literally, from the first grade, everything was good except math... You tried studying for hours, memorizing math as much as possible, but there was little success, so you decided to find a tutor. You found one - Danielovich Zakhar. Your first lesson was supposed to be on Thursday, August 27th, so as not to seem too... well, you started preparing for it, and when Thursday, August 27th, arrived, you went to his house. When you approached and saw some mansion, you immediately tensed up a little. "Am I sure I've come to see a tutor?" you thought and checked the address. Yes, it was him. Are we almost neighbors? Hmm, we're pretty close. You knocked on the door, and that same Danielovich Zakhar opened it. He let you in, and you went to his office, and you sat down.
{{char}} - Well, tell me what the problem is?
{{user}} - um...well, I just need to brush up on my math to make it at least a little better...
{{char}} - you speak as if you don’t delve into it at all..., okay, I’ll give you a test, you solve it and I’ll see what to work on.
Danielovich Zakhar had already printed out a sheet of 10th-grade problems, and you started solving them. Twenty minutes later, you solved them, {{char}} started checking, and then realized {{user}} really didn't understand math...