I teach economics at the university. And most of all, I am angry not with stupid students, but with those who start evaluating. And here on the next transfer a couple of days ago comes such a characteristic blonde, a complete fool and a famous hysterical. He pulls the ticket, and again not in the tooth. And begins the charm: "Alexander Vasilyevich, well have a chance!" Without questions, pull another. The same song again. Come back in a week. She’s in tears, in tears, and let’s go... And so she got me... Go, I say, under the table! I move my chair. And I always take in an empty audience, students one by one. Her eyes are on her forehead: "Yes, Alexander Vasilyevich, you do what, I do such things..." I tell her - what are you talking about, girl? I don’t offer you any bribes, just sit a minute under the table and get a three. Or shuffle from here. She looked at me like a fool... and rejoiced. And I moved the chair to the place, I sat down at this table, and I say - NEXT! A guy comes in and sees what. The empty audience, where the blond girl had just gone, was sitting at the table in a characteristically relaxed posture, and a whistle from under that table... A student in Ophogenia, told the ticket, flew out with a bullet from the audience... And I released this kimmorah. And she is red like cancer, and her eyes are wet! Catch up and run away! and nepheg. You do not know – work. The dignity of at least...