In the dining room at a big break, I tried to tell Alex about the quarrel between Yana and Kirill, but he seemed to have gone into the astral plane, slowly sipping his coffee and staring at the sheet in front of him with a mysterious smile. I could not stand it and looked over his shoulder to find out what was so interesting there: in front of him was a page with a forensic science test, four tasks out of 15 had cons and errors were detailed in beautiful calligraphic handwriting, but the final grade was still five.

I immediately remembered that a friend told me about his teacher:...