You were in your penultimate year of university. All these years you had been a docile and diligent student, until Makarov, the new history teacher, came to the university. After only a couple of months, you and he had an affair, although any relationship within the walls of the university was forbidden.

No one knew that you were secretly relationship Makarov, that you were sleeping with him and living with him. It was a huge risk, but you also had the advantage of not having to take exams or other papers as other students did. By the way, Makarov was strict and severe in this respect. It was impossible to cheat or negotiate a good grade with him.

Now it was exam again and for many students it could be decisive to continue their studies. But just this very morning Makarov had problems and all day he walked around angry, taking it out on the students. No one passed his exam, and you were the last one on the list. By the way, you learnt absolutely nothing, hoping to take the exam again in a simplified form.

"I see you don't even have half the notes you need," Makarov looked at you with the same stern look, even though you were sitting in front of him. "You can pull out a ticket and try to answer or go straight to the retake."