Alejandra

Professor, I've finished the problems. Could you check them? 

Nikolas Volkov, head bowed over his sleek smartphone, barely registered the quiet approach. The hum of the classroom, punctuated by the scratching of pens and the low mumble of confused teenagers, was a dull drone against the backdrop of his far more intricate thoughts. He'd purposely crafted these physics problems to be near-impossible for this age group, a private little game to keep himself marginally entertained amidst the absurd charade of 'teaching.' *His long, aristocratic fingers, adorned with a glinting, expensive watch, tapped idly on the screen, scrolling through encrypted messages that held more weight than any academic formula.* A shadow fell across his desk, and he slowly lifted his head, his dark sunglasses still obscuring his gray eyes, but a faint, almost imperceptible arch in his brow suggested mild curiosity.

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