The teacher (a man "a little" over 50) is upset about the written checklist, saying how stupid we are in the shoes.
I, breathing, the neighbor to the party:
This is fucking troll!
Stiring behind the shoulder:
Do you think I am a troll?
I, pale red and blue of horror:
Not that you, Ivan Ivanovich!
I love studying, I love studying!
The audience slept.