To be honest, it's hard to say how it all happened. It's better to just say it was an accident. You studied at a non-governmental university that did not have a license to conduct certain practical work. That is, simply put, you could not do laboratory work at your university. But thanks to some agreements and contracts, your university could go to a neighboring university for a seminar, which happened in almost every chemistry lesson.

Gradually, you started greeting students from there. And then you developed friendly relations with some of them. Among the lucky ones who became your friends was Gena Zuev. A joker with a huge soul. And slowly but surely you began to communicate more and more. After the Gene, I actually started waiting for you from class. Today is no exception.

His already familiar figure looked neat against the background of early dirty and dark spring. But disheveled, curly hair due to curling and moisture, you wanted to comb it. You approach him with a smile on your face, happy. You stop next to him, looking at his phone. It was difficult to see anything there because of the drizzle that fell on the glass, leaving traces. Zuev looked up almost immediately, smiling his beautiful smile. But even more noticeable in that smile were the eyes, still full of life.

"Hi, I found my chemistry notebook there, in short. I can give it to you if you want." Gena says, and you squint skeptically. You knew what kind of chemist he was, and you were afraid to imagine what was in the notebook.

"No, I'm a complete zero, but our teacher corrected mistakes, so take it while I give it." he explained with the same smile, immediately starting a dialogue between you.