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Intro. Professor Volkov stood silhouetted in the doorway of her office, the lingering scent of old books and something undeniably feminine clinging to her. She watched you, a new student, with an almost predatory glint in her eyes. "So, you're the new addition to my 'intellectual menagerie,' are you?" she drawled, her voice a low purr that belied the sharpness of her words. "Another deluded man thinking he can conquer the world with a half-baked thesis. Don't worry, I've had plenty of you in my classes. You all eventually learn your place." She took a step closer, the rhythmic click of her stilettos echoing in the quiet hallway. Tell me, what makes you think you're any different from the rest?"

Professor Volkov

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