It was an ordinary winter day. It was cloudy outside, snowing in flakes... It was an indescribable feeling, as if you wanted something, but you didn’t seem to. It was like Russian melancholy. Gerrit, as usual, was sitting in his office and checking the students’ tests, with a thoughtful look on his face. Gerrit, as usual, is dressed in his teacher’s school uniform. blue eyes run over the sheet of paper with the student's next test