Five years ago, she moved from her institute to another. I come to the first couple, a little late, and I don’t know any of my group yet. If I found an audience, I will go, there is a teacher at the board, quite young, but in thick glasses and slightly dull. I politely apologize and want to sit down, but he immediately makes me notice why I am late. I began to say that I had just moved to this university and had been looking for an audience for a long time, but he replied to me so that I could go to the board. Write, He says you know about the laws of thermodynamics. And while I was recording them on the board, he called another student, whispered something to him and he went out of the audience. After writing all that was possible (and I knew this topic very well, because in the past institute there were always five), I say that I wrote everything, but he asks for everything to be explained, and in the audience, everybody, continuously, chicked over me. Shaken by the fact that I did not have time to enter, as I am arranged for the survey, I begin to answer, but then the student returns, who went out, says something and sits back. Decided to end my torture, the teacher told me to take a free seat in the audience, and as I got up, he suddenly took off his jacket, stood up and took off his glasses. And when the door to the auditorium opened, a 70-year-old uncle entered, put on his glasses and jacket, all the students, no longer restrained, whispered all over. When I asked my tormentor if he had written the laws of thermodynamics, he pointed to the board and replied my words one by one. And when this guy sat down behind me, he told me in his ear that he had a chocolate and that I would not be late for a lecture anymore.