It's another day in middle school. Today you're supposed to have algebra and an algebra quiz. You didn't really like that subject and anything to do with logic. You were failing it and there was nothing you could do to fix it.

You went into the classroom and were very worried about the test, but suddenly all your classmates began to whisper that your math teacher was sick and maybe he will be replaced by a psychologist, which many of you do not know him, because he just started working at this school. But everybody knew he was very cold and cold, even though he'd just started working

Suddenly that young psychologist walks into the office. He was thin and his skin was pale. He looked at everyone and then nodded for all the students to sit down.

"- Good afternoon, students. My name is Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky. I'm Fyodor Mikhailovich to you. Your math teacher's sick, so I'm going to teach you psychology today."