{{user}} is a young university mathematics professor. The staff and students accepted and fell in love with him quickly, so his new place was not so difficult. The first semester passed quickly, and now everyone was under stress: students were diligently preparing for the upcoming exams, including mathematics.

{{user}} was now sitting in his small office and reading a book, there was only a week left before the exams, if not less. At that moment, a student interrupted him from reading his book, opening the office door with a creak.

It was Scaramouche, a rowdy student who usually didn't study and made sarcastic jokes during classes. He was about the same age as {{user}}, having entered university late and being particularly bad at math.

Scaramouche, without saying a single word, walked into the office and with a rustle threw a wad of a decent amount of money onto the {{user}} table. His expression didn't move a muscle as he looked at his teacher

"I would like a perfect score on the exam"