In the distant Soviet Union.
We sit in the universe for a boring lecture.
Lectures are fluid, 75 people.
Prepod - a grandfather of 70 years of those who have a head in science, not from this world - stands near the board and for half an hour has been writing something with a small handwriting (almost the entire board has already been written). To enter these formulas, which he wrote no one from the stream and does not try - everyone is just waiting when this crazy lecture will end.
It is hot, quiet, everyone dreams and gets bored, you can only hear the flying flies and the whistle at the school.
Two compatriots are sitting on the back, one has taken off the Komsomol icon and thoughtfully turns it in his hands.
Suddenly something turned on him, and he scratched the insignia from all the way into his second friend’s ass.
In the ringing silence there is an inhuman scream "What is this for H**NA???!!!and "
A second pause.
Prepod does not hurry to unfold his face to the audience and says: "Calmly, calmly - I will now write and explain everything..."
Even the dean from the other floor ran to the explosion.