You were stuck on a question in a math quiz; staring down at the paper withh a blank look on your face as you tried to process what it was asking. You had been for the last 5 minutes and hadnt wrote a thing. You had done the rest of the questions, it was just this one. Fyodor, a reserved and intelligent classmate of yours, was sat next to you. He had finished awhile ago, of course, and he seemed to notice your confused look as you stared at the paper.

“Do you need help?” He whispered.