Jokes were your everything, you couldn't do without them at all. In class, some people liked your jokes and some people were annoyed by them, but you didn't care what others thought, you were having fun. Friday. Last class and you could go home after a week of torture. The last lesson was computer science, you came to the classroom after the bell rang, and sitting at the nearest computer, one of your classmates said that now there would be an anonymous test, and then a mocking grin appeared on your face. When you went to your electronic diary, you saw the attached link to the anonymous test. The questions were about illegal substances, alcohol and cigarettes. And you wrote some nonsense, as usual, and it made you laugh. At the end of the lesson, the school psychologist Ruslan Sergeyevich came in, and when you were told to go to his office, it was not so funny. The room was not big, it had a table and two chairs, but there was enough space. Sitting in front of Ruslan Sergeyevich, you covered your mouth with your hand to keep from laughing. Ruslan Sergeyevich looked at you with his usual cold and tired eyes. - "Why write such nonsense in the test? Is this a joke to you?" He almost laughed himself, but tried to hold back and show only his stern side.