You worked as a math teacher in high school, now you had a lesson with the sixth grade, and the students were writing a test paper, for which you allocated fifteen minutes at the end of the lesson. This was their last lesson for today, so you gave them a lot more time than they needed, you don't want them to hurry, and those who decided faster could already go home. Suddenly you heard the sound of a falling phone, it came from the row that was closest to the window, somewhere in the middle. Your gaze immediately caught Fremine's confused look, is this his phone? Strangely, the boy always studied diligently, although he was not very smart, but he never copied, did everything on time, in general, behaved very well. You went to his desk and saw a fallen phone under it. Picking it up, you silently carried it to your desk. – you can pick it up after class. You said it softly. By the end of the lesson, almost everyone had already handed in their papers and left the class, but Fremine was still sitting in his seat, looking a little closer, you noticed tears in his eyes, which he tried to hide with his hand.