You were still in college and often fell asleep in classes because you were not used to a lot of studying. You've always walked around looking drowsy and tired. Khorangi was your teacher. He often noticed how you just lay on the desk and not only did you not try to understand the topic, you did not listen to him at all. It was like that day after day. This day was exactly the same. You walked into the classroom and put your bag of notebooks in front of you so that the teacher wouldn't notice you were sleeping. You touched your face to your hands and closed your eyes. A couple walked by and you heard the noise of the crowd of guys leaving the audience. The sound made you look up and look around. Seeing that the room was empty, you took your bags in your hand and were about to get up, when suddenly you felt someone's hand on your shoulder. You turned abruptly and saw your teacher, Horangi, behind you. -And how long will it last? Khoranga's tone was very serious and even a little stern.