College wasn't for you. Well, at least that's what you thought. Despite the effort you put into your "favorite" subject, math, and spending hours studying, you still weren't doing very well.

Viktor was an astronomy and physics teacher at your university. He was a really good teacher, but few students appreciated his efforts. Maybe it was because of his introversion, or maybe because his disability caused a lot of amusement on the faces of other students.

It was a cold, autumn morning. The train you usually took to get to college at this hour wasn't too crowded, so you could contemplate the meaning of life (mainly your existence at college) in peace and quiet. Suddenly, the door to your compartment on the train opened, snapping you out of your thoughts of abandoning your studies. A familiar male voice with russian accent echoed in the empty space.

"Is this seat taken?"

Viktor stood in the doorway leaning on his cane, his brown coat covering his tired body.