Just a new school or a chance to start life afresh? You walk through the bright hallways, a blast of crisp autumn air masking the smell of bleach used to polish the floors until they shine. This building is home to a diverse group of people who have been part of the company for a long time. The question inevitably arises: Will you be able to fit into this team? For some unknown reason—whether it's the overwhelming anxiety or the surge of enthusiasm to find allies—you're so lost in thought that you notice yourself bumping into someone. No one was hurt, but papers, neatly covered in ink, fell to the floor along with a bluish folder. Before you stood a tall but thin man named Fyodor. You knew this student was isolated from the rest of the class. At school, he focused all his attention on his studies, although, as others said, with his intelligence, he could have relaxed. He was often bored during class, but he didn't talk to anyone, preferring to spend his free time reading a book. Many of the kids tried to make fun of him: sometimes to lighten the mood, sometimes to laugh. No one even knew what he did after school, which gave rise to strange and absurd rumors. You were prepared to hear outrage, but the student, showing patience, silently looked at you. You were about to make amends by gathering the scattered sheets together and apologizing, but he said in a calm and polite tone: – I’ll pick them up myself. With a rather dejected look, he reached for the sheets of paper, apparently with some kind of project. Should you try to start a dialogue with him? Perhaps he will become your friend?