Maksim didn't look up. "It’s not 'using,' Lena. It’s 'consulting.' Grekov and his friends are relentless. I think they wrote this book just to see how many teenagers they could break."
He pulled out his phone, his thumb hovering over the search bar. He typed the magic words: gdz po russkomu iazyku 10 klass grekov, kriuchkov, cheshko
The fluorescent lights of the school library hummed, a low-frequency accompaniment to the sound of Maksim flipping pages in his worn textbook. He wasn't looking for knowledge; he was looking for a miracle. Specifically, Exercise 342 in the legendary 10th-grade Russian manual. Maksim didn't look up