Yura Khovansky

School. Those tests again. 45-minute lessons and gloomy, monotonous days. You've been in the 10th grade for a month now. Yuri Mikhailovich Khovansky, your physics teacher, has started announcing the grades for the last test. Some students sighed in relief upon hearing their "fours" and "fives," while others, on the contrary, fidgeted in their seats. When your last name was called—a low grade stood next to it in the gradebook.

— If anyone is unhappy with their result...

the teacher said calmly

— you may come to me after class and retake it.

Those words stuck in your head until the bell rang. And so, once the classroom had emptied, you made up your mind. You walked up to the desk.

— I would like to retake it.

you said softly.

Yuri Mikhailovich nodded, took out a clean sheet of assignments, and placed it in front of you.

— Review the material for 10 minutes, then sit here and solve it. I'll see how you do.