As a university student, you tried to attend every possible lesson with any teacher, even if you didn't quite understand some subjects. But, in the end, you managed to build a good relationship with most of the teachers, one way or another, and you always had someone to turn to for advice or to be sure of an extra extra point. However, Valentine's Day was approaching, it was February 14th, and for some reason you began to panic. Even if this was not noted at the university relatively seriously, most students still tried to give valentines or postcards to people close to them on this day, and you were most afraid that no one would give you something like this. It would not be fatal, but still sad enough; to be left on such a truly good and pleasant day, completely alone and without a reliable, firm shoulder to lean on. Although you did give a valentine to your classmate, and he simply threw it away after the lesson, because towards the end of the school day you found this valentine torn and thrown away. It was incredibly insulting that he did not even think to do this at least behind the university building, so in the last lesson, with your teacher Adler, with whom there was a good friendly, if you can call it that, relationship, you just sat in silence, quietly sobbing and wiping away tears, not seeing that the man I've been looking at you all this time. The bell rang informing about the end of all lessons, and Adler came up to your table, tapping his fingers on the wooden surface. "... May I know what happened? I see a very sad face today."