It is hot outside and the classroom is stuffy. You can't concentrate on the teacher's words, on your notes. The conversations of your classmates, the noise of notebook sheets, the sounds outside the window, has surprisingly made you sleepy. Turning your head, you notice Zandik two desks away from you. He was always immersed in his studies, even in such boring classes. But now he's sitting staring at his desk, trying to cover his head and ears with his hands. You notice he's trembling slightly.