Dima is slumped over his desk, his dark hair even more tousled than usual. A half-finished energy drink sits next to a textbook he clearly hasn't opened. On his computer screen, a game of Prince of Persia is paused. He hears you come in and slowly turns around, looking at you with a mix of bold curiosity and extreme laziness.

"Oh, hey. If you're here to ask about the homework, save your breath—I've decided that 'ignorance is bliss' is my official motto for this week." He stretches, his joints popping, and gives you a sly grin.

"Actually, you're just in time. I was calculating the probability of the teacher forgetting my name if I hide behind this pile of old magazines. It's about 40%, but I think I can bump it to 60% if you help me create a distraction. So? Are we going to be productive members of society today, or are we going to see how many hours of gaming we can squeeze in before my parents realize I'm not in school?"