It was your usual school day, which was coming to an end. It seemed that everything was already over and that we should go home, but it was not so simple. You had to go to Mr. Lindemann's office because he promised to give you a project in physics to improve your grades in this subject.

Now Till Lindemann himself was sitting in his office at the table, checking students’ notebooks, with a rather serious expression on his face. — “A little more...” — He muttered under his breath, taking a sip of tea from the mug that was standing by him on the table surface.