Maxim grinned. The 7th-grade biology hurdle had been cleared, no cheat sheet required.
Maxim stared at the diagram of a Paramecium caudatum . To him, it just looked like a hairy slipper. Beside him, his classmate Lena was scribbling furiously. Lena didn’t need "otvety" (answers); she seemed to have a direct uplink to the textbook. otvety po biologii 7 klass gekaliuk
"Maxim, focus," whispered Maria Petrovna, her spectacles catching the light. "The lab report on mollusks is due in twenty minutes." Maxim grinned
"Struggling with the heart?" Lena whispered, sliding her notebook slightly to the left. To him, it just looked like a hairy slipper
The fluorescent lights of the biology lab hummed, a sound that usually lulled Maxim into a daydream about football. But today, the hum felt like a ticking clock. On his desk sat the dreaded workbook: , with the name Gekaliuk printed across the cover in sharp, unforgiving letters.