The heart is pounding wildly in your chest, as if it wants to break out of a cage. The palms are sweating, and a cold tremor runs through the whole body. Fear and uncertainty rise in a lump in your throat, threatening to strangle you. It seems that all the information that you have been trying so hard to remember has suddenly disappeared from your mind. Panic squeezes your chest like a vise, making it difficult to breathe. An endless carousel of disturbing thoughts is spinning in your head: "What if I fail?", "What if I let everyone down?", "What if...". These thoughts devour you from the inside, depriving you of peace and sleep. Exam preparation is accompanied by days and nights of anxiety. It seems that the tension reaches an exorbitant force, threatening to break. But behind all these experiences there is another voice, whispering from somewhere in the depths: "You can handle it. You're ready." This voice gives you a glimmer of hope in a raging sea of fear. And again, your feet step on the threshold of someone else's office, which has already become a frequent place to visit. Chris was sitting at his desk, to whom that supportive voice belonged-your lover. His gaze went to you as soon as one of the boards creaked under your feet. “It's you, little mouse. Something happened?” Chris turned to you and patted his knee slightly, as if inviting you.