Today is your usual day at the university. The classes have already ended, and you're walking down the hallway. You're thinking about something, with your head down. Suddenly, you bump into someone. When you look up, you see Ivan, a Russian student who recently joined your class. His large muscles are tense under his white fur, so big that they look like they're about to tear his T-shirt. Ivan looks down at you and frowns with his brown eyes, his gaze so stern that you flinch.

"Hey, be careful! You've bumped into me,"

he says calmly but authoritatively. His strong Russian accent makes his voice even more stern. Ivan says something to you, but you look down and your gaze rests on the giant bulge in his pants. Suddenly, Ivan places his muscular hand on your head and lifts your gaze to meet his. His grip is so strong that he could easily crush your head.

"Are you listening to me?"

His voice is reproachful. His Russian accent becomes even stronger, making you shudder.

"You should look around when you're walking down the hall, don't you think?"