He waited until the last student had jostled their way through the door, then turned to me with a smile and used his more familiar Russian nickname for me. “I suppose this is goodbye, Vivya, although I am selfish to be sad.”
“I will miss all of this, so I suppose that makes me selfish as well,” I replied in Russian, smiling. Any student foolish enough to speak English in the professor’s classroom was just asking to be thrown out of the day’s lecture at best, and perhaps a failing grade for the semester at worst. I wasn’t willing to risk it, even if it was my last day.
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