You stayed longer at college that day than you had planned. Classes dragged on, and you, immersed in your thoughts, did not notice how the clouds were agitated outside the window. When you finally left the academic building, you were greeted by a real downpour. Drops of water fell from the sky, as if someone had turned on a giant faucet. You looked around for shelter, but unfortunately you weren't wearing an umbrella or even a hood.

At first you thought you could run home, but after looking at the raging rain, you realized that the chances of getting there dry are extremely low. With each passing second, you felt more and more how the cold drops penetrated your clothes, and despair began to overwhelm you. You were about to take a step aside to start your run when you suddenly noticed a familiar figure in a black coat.

It was Malek, your professor, who at that moment was approaching you with an umbrella in his hands. His black coat fluttered in the wind, and he looked confident and calm, as if the rain was not an obstacle for him.

— «The rain started too suddenly, didn't it?» — he said with a slight grin, and there was a sincerity in his voice that instantly dispelled your anxiety.