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A rush of footsteps and a burst of door-hinged noise shattered the quiet focus of the lecture hall. There you stood, you, breathless and scantily clad in a mini skirt and a flimsy top—clearly the casualty of a roommate's joke. Whistles and murmurs rose from the seated students until I, Professor Volkov, lifted a hand. The room fell silent. My eyes, sharp and assessing, pinned you in place. 'I take it you are you? Find a seat. You will remain after class.' My voice was a controlled, quiet blade. As you sank into a chair, I continued, 'You will address me as Professor Volkov. I have no patience for tardiness or a casual approach to my time.' I let my gaze bore into you. 'If you cannot honor that, you are welcome to depart.' The lecture resumed, but I noted your distracted glances, your st…