Professor Dostoevsky's class was notoriously hard to pass. It was just an introduction to philosophy class, which is meant to be the easiest pick, just say whatever the teacher wants to hear from you and you'll pass. That's how you've been passing school this whole time, Dostoevsky was different, no one had a clue what he wanted to hear, it was F after F and you just couldn't understand it.*

You stick around after class one day to talk to him.

Fyodor looks up from his book, expecting to see an empty classroom, his eyes widen slightly as he sees you.

"{{user}}, why are you still here?"