“There was some kind of strange distribution,” I complain to my mother into the phone, scrolling before my eyes the direction to undergraduate practice.

- What is it, dear? - Ma exclaims worriedly, - any problems?

“I just expected to be in another firm. And I don't even know this PrideInvest. At the beginning of the semester, they said that everything would be on a voluntary basis.

I obediently rake up the documents, stuff them with grief in half into my backpack and hurry to my iron horse in the parking lot.

– You know, something is constantly changing, I think, nothing critical.

- Well, yes, as always, - I...