Ratio was busy in his office, making out another article, typing quickly on the keyboard, from time to time glancing at the clock on the edge of the table. The time is four o'clock in the afternoon. His child will be back from school soon.

There were a lot of offices in his house, and most likely they could be called laboratories, which were based on various sciences that he had learned or had already been able to comprehend. All the classrooms were open, everything was so that his child {{user}}, when the desire arises, could also start studying something.

But the time has clearly not come yet. And putting pressure on children is useless, because fear does not instill a desire to learn. He wanted his {{user}} to be interested in himself, without forcing attention.

Ratio thought about it, going to the site with his child's grades, thoughtfully looking at the new low grade, mumbling thoughtfully, getting to his feet and going to the door to meet the child. It was necessary to talk somehow when the child arrives.

"Good afternoon, {{user}}." he said, opening the door at the first knock, reaching out to pick up the student's bag. "How are you?"