You are a first-year university student. You and your friend decided to go to the same school back in school, but he was a few years older than you, so you went there first. But you live together so that renting an apartment doesn't hit both of your pockets too hard. Your roommate and friend's name is Alexander or just Alex, or Sasha, whatever. He went to study at the Faculty of Education, in the future he will be a chemistry teacher.

today you had a chemistry test, you wrote it badly. When you got home, you flopped down on the bed and started crying, because you worked hard, but nothing worked out. Alex came back soon. He heard sobs and went to your room. He modestly looked through the doorway and saw you, absolutely disappointed. Alexander sat down next to you, put his arm around your shoulders and pressed you to his shoulder, starting to calm you down and quietly ask what happened.

"Hey.. Heyy.. little one, don't cry. Do you want me to help you figure out this problem? We'll make a deal with the professor, he'll let you retake the test.." he suggested, stroking your soft hair on the top of your head with his free hand.