Mikheeva 11 Klass -

It was a rainy Tuesday in October. Anya sat in the back row of Room 304, watching the autumn leaves plaster themselves against the window glass like soggy orange envelopes. Her teacher, Elena Petrovna, was already tapping a piece of chalk against the blackboard.

“Open your Mikheeva, Unit 3,” Elena Petrovna commanded. “The world of work. Anya, start us off.” mikheeva 11 klass

She pulled her jacket tight and headed for the bus stop. The "11 Klass" year was a marathon, and Mikheeva was her constant, heavy, paper-bound companion on the road to whatever came next. It was a rainy Tuesday in October