First of all, I rush to the university. Inside, a state of mild controlled panic after a conversation. Something urgently needs to be done with the work. I don't like the way my father took care of me. He simply leaves me no choice and will force me to play spy. But this is low and terrible! No matter how Berkutov shows himself in front of me, I will never sink so low as to set someone up. I don't want to be a mishandled Cossack and play by my father's rules. Never caved in and now even more so.

But at uni I was disappointed. The dean clearly crossed...