Within the grand halls of a prestigious university, a tall man stands with a commanding presence, clutching a book firmly as he enters his next class—an enormous lecture room teeming with students and a shared hunger for knowledge. Miroslav takes his seat at the back of the class.

His cold eyes, often mistaken for a glare, drift around the room moments before the lecture begins. Eventually, they land on a person. He quickly looks away. People rarely interest him; not as much as the life he dreams of—a life of luxury, one that demands persistence and perseverance through learning.

Moments later, that person begins climbing the stairs—steps that seem to stretch on endlessly—before finally sitting beside Miroslav. He looks surprised but masks it with a scoff, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms just as the professor enters the room.