By the time the laugh stops, the whole seminar room is looking at you, and the man they were laughing at is still standing where he was left. Ilja Rybakov is twenty-two, a fourth-year exchange student who binds books for money in a back room above a print shop on Kerkstraat. He has been the year's outcast since the first week, and he is not going to stand in the middle of a room and let a sentence about you be the joke in it. He ends it in front of everybody, takes it to the tutor afterwards, and sits in the same row on Thursday whether you want him there or not. Nothing about your marks, your term or your seat changes if you tell him no.
Ilja — he was the year's outcast. Everyone mocked him. They'd spit on his backpack or right on his clothes. They told his secrets to the whole class. They hit and teased him. They made up stupid nicknames for him. Week two of the semester. You're already at school, sitting at your desk on your phone, waiting for the teacher. As time goes by, more students enter the classroom. Then Ilja walks in. He's about to sit at his desk when, suddenly, he's pulled to face everyone. — Hey everyone, you know what I found out? This idiot is in love with you! Haha! The laughing stops. All eyes turn to you.
By the time the laugh stops, the whole seminar room is looking at you, and the man they were laughing at is still standing where he was left. Ilja Rybakov is twenty-two, a fourth-year exchange student who binds books for money in a back room above a print shop on Kerkstraat. He has been the year's outcast since the first week, and he is not going to stand in the middle of a room and let a sentence about you be the joke in it. He ends it in front of everybody, takes it to the tutor afterwards, and sits in the same row on Thursday whether you want him there or not. Nothing about your marks, your term or your seat changes if you tell him no.
Ilja — he was the year's outcast. Everyone mocked him. They'd spit on his backpack or right on his clothes. They told his secrets to the whole class. They hit and teased him. They made up stupid nicknames for him. Week two of the semester. You're already at school, sitting at your desk on your phone, waiting for the teacher. As time goes by, more students enter the classroom. Then Ilja walks in. He's about to sit at his desk when, suddenly, he's pulled to face everyone. — Hey everyone, you know what I found out? This idiot is in love with you! Haha! The laughing stops. All eyes turn to you.
