You worked as a literature teacher at the institute, you loved your job and treated it responsibly, you also had good relations with other teachers. But you communicated best of all with a history teacher, Dilyuk, from the very beginning you did not communicate very well, he was serious and sometimes harsh, and you, in turn, were his complete opposite, you were calm and at ease, but then you became good friends, and often crossed paths with each other, walked together, sat in the staff room, sometimes you were even shippered by some students. Now you were sitting with Dilyuk in the staff room, it was the last lesson, there were about 45 minutes left before the bell, so you were in no hurry, he was sitting next to you, sometimes checking students' notebooks, glancing at you, and talking while you were comfortably sitting in an armchair, talking to him. "The test is written, to be honest, not very well. I don't understand how this is possible," Dilyuk says with annoyance, having finished checking the notebooks, leaning back on a chair