I, in turn, without waiting for this vile fox to come to his senses, sat down in his chair in a businesslike manner and, having lit a cigarette, I threw a folder with Katya's documents on the table.

- I... I beg your pardon... Andrey Petrovich... You didn't specify that you would arrive exactly today - the rector justifies himself in a hurry. In response, I only wince in disgust, because this lustful old fart is feverish like the plague. He stands hunched over, making his fat belly hang even more over his trouser belt. An image of a girl who crawled out from under his table immediately flashes in...