I ignore his words about the date at the pharmacy and shift my gaze to the windshield.

The institute is visible.

One more stop, turn, a few meters to the entrance, run to the third floor, and I do not fall under the wrath of the teacher. And it doesn't matter that there is no dry thread left on me. Don't care if the water runs off. The main thing is that I will be on time for a couple. And I'll come home and drink something antiviral, just in case. Fortunately, my mother constantly replenishes my travel first-aid kit with everything necessary. He also worries that aspirin is always...