🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

- The economy, excellent. - A foreign girl took a pocketbook from the shelf and handed it to Asmidul, along with a pen - not hers, but one for writing. - This is a student ID, fill in the appropriate fields with your name, date and place of birth, and height.

—"Uh... excuse me, why do you need the height?" - the young man asked, slightly embarrassed, as he took the book.

- Well, well, it's nothing. To leave your homeland, come to a foreign country, get used to its culture, understand and accept its customs - all of this is very difficult, but you are still doing great trying. Just your kind smile inspires our students to not miss classes," Asmidul winked, "isn't that right?"

—"Perhaps so... Some linguists dedicate their entire lives to learning all the nuances of our dialect," the southerner said with a touch of pride. "And about the smile too..." he added, blushing.

—"And you, professor, do you also teach one of the subjects?" - he then turned to the new face. "Forgive my curiosity, but based on your appearance, I would like to think of you as one of the researchers of ancient magical Temples, but I don't see such a program in the list..."