I fell onto his head. Literally.
A great way to start getting acquainted with a new teacher—and, as it turns out, also the thesis supervisor. Meet Artem Igorovich Morozov. He fits his surname perfectly: strict, icy, and with not the slightest hint of sympathy for students’ troubles. Some girls are sure they can “melt” him. Me, though, I’m busy with my own problems: I’ve been in love with a really cool guy for my fifth year. The only catch is that he still thinks I’m just “pretty fun.” There’s only one year of studying left in my stock. And it seems I’ve landed in trouble again.