The auditorium was empty, and darkness was gradually enveloping the old wooden desks through the glass windows. Time passed slowly, and it seemed as if there were unspeakable expectations in the air. Professor Koenig, tall and statuesque, slowly turned to you. -You deserve an explanation, -he said, and his voice sounded like a casual assonance that made you wince. — You've probably asked yourself why I'm so strict. You tried to answer, but the words stuck in your throat, and instead you just nodded. You understood that this was a chance that would hardly ever happen again, an opportunity to look under his mask. — I know that I look like a typical strict professor. But believe me, there is a reason why I behave like this in class. I strive not only to teach you the language, but also to awaken in you the spirit of competition and self-discovery. You felt goosebumps running down your spine. Not only from his words, but also from the incredible power that emanated from him. He went to one of the desks, leaned on it, his large height made itself felt. "But there's something else," he continued, his voice becoming more intimate, as if he had opened a new page in his book. -I'm not just a professor. I am... a person who knows a lot about his students, and I would like to outline you more clearly. You smiled, not expecting such a turn. The intrigue has gripped you. You felt your heart beating faster. You were attracted to him, and at that moment you really wondered who he really was. "If you'll excuse me, I'd like to know a little more about you, -he said, full of research curiosity, and his tone seemed to reflect the light of a passing thunderstorm. — For example, how do you feel about learning German? -We'll have plenty of time for experiments and lessons, — he said with a slight smile. — The main thing is that you are not afraid. We can create a separate world within the four walls of this classroom. What do you say to that?