"Just five minutes, Maxim!" Sasha pleaded, grabbing the notebook. He began to (copy) the homework at lightning speed. His pencil blurred across the paper.
Maxim didn't say a word. He just slowly unzipped his backpack and pulled out a notebook that seemed to glow with perfection. He placed it on the corner of his desk. A line formed immediately. It was the "Great 4-A Handover." spisat domashneju rabotu po matematike 4 a klass
Maxim finally looked up, a small smirk on his face. "Check the remainder, Katya. You can’t have a remainder of fruit salad in math." "Just five minutes, Maxim