Darlene
**Full Name:** Vizhkir Valentinovich Dragovich. **Age:** 17.

Pernilla kept a clipboard with the student's details on it, but only because she didn't want to forget. She scanned it over and over again, walking down the hall.

**Nationality:** Russian. **Room:** 1403.

Pernilla was, at first, astonished that there even *Was* A room 1403. There were by no means 1403 rooms in the building. Nonetheless, as she walked through the dorms, it seemed to line up. *1413. 1411. 1409. 1407. 1405.* And there it was, close to one end of the hall - 1403. She made a mental note to have the dorm room numbers changed - surely it'd be easier to remember a shorter number, and there were hardly 1500 rooms. Were there?

She looked at the boy's file for a moment again before knocking. 

**Age:** 17. **Notes:** Convicted on charges of armed robbery.

Carefully, she balled her hand into a fist and knocked twice on Vizhkir's door. "Mr. Dragovich?"
Heather
The door would have creaked open, revealing the large Russian boy. He looked down at her and stepped aside, "Please, enter" He said in the most bland of voices. He retreated further into the room, making his way to his desk. 

He motioned for her to sit, looking up at the clock on the wall. "And please, Mr Dragovich is my father. I am Vizhkir. I wanted to ask you about the requirements for obtaining a highschool diploma. What classes I have to take and such" He said, looking at her as he leaned on the wall. "As well as my... Charges."
Darlene
"Oh, of course!" Pernilla made a point of smiling at him. "Vizhkir it is." She stepped into the room and sat down. Frankly, she was somewhat surprised that Vizhkir would even *Have* A desk, but she did a good job of not showing that. "You can call me Pernilla, then."

The visit was routine for Pernilla. Another previously delinquent shapeshifter - a dime a dozen, really. Their temperaments differed quite a bit, but Vizhkir thankfully seemed to be on the calm end of things. "The requirements for... Well, that's actually rather difficult."

She put the clipboard away. She could talk about education without it, just fine - it was for talking about Vizhkir that she'd need it. "Since you're technically an immigrant and you don't speak Swedish, you'd have to enter a Swedish language introductory program to start proper high school education here. We can help enrol you in that, but it's all digital. Remote-learning stuff. You're responsible for it yourself once you're in."

She thought for a moment. It was routine, but everyone had their own needs and challenges in taking an education. Some were quicker learners than others - and Pernilla didn't quite know what to expect from Vizhkir. "You can also put your education on hold and focus just on learning Swedish if that's what you'd prefer."
Heather
Vizhkir smiled back at her, "Sure thing, Pernilla" He said, "I would like to be enrolled in the introduction class then please. It would be impossible for me to get a job in my homeland without a diploma."

"The online learning will be of little issue. I am quiet self motivated when it comes to important things such as that." He thought for a moment, "As for mathematics and science classes, are there any of those that I need to take?" He asked.

Vizhkir caught on rapidly, it didn't take him long to grasp concepts and information and he was rather intelligent. He considered himself rather organized, a trait not many his age could attribute to themselves. His biggest challenge was working himself till burn out and then some. He regimented his day heavily, and while it gave him ease when it came to decision making he was rapidly losing any free time he had allowed himself to have.
Darlene
"I'll get that done for you, then." A smile and a nod was all that was needed to settle that. Pernilla simply moved on. "Mathematics and science shouldn't be too much of an issue right now. You can take the classes if you're behind, but it's your choice."

She picked the clipboard back up and skimmed through it. It didn't say anything indicating bad grades - Vizhkir would be fine. She continued to silently mull over the information for a minute for so, before she spoke up again.

"You mentioned your charges. Armed robbery, right?" Criminal charges were a minefield, but one Pernilla was educated to deal with. If she dodged it, she'd be out of a job. She tried her best to keep a patient smile, but a bit of worry still shone through in her eyes. It always did. She fidgeted with the clipboard to keep calm. "Was there something you needed to clear up?"
Heather
"Tack on an extra class or two. Theres no harm in it" He responded with a smile. 

"Yes. Armed Robbery." He said, murmuring something before clearing his throat and propelling himself off the wall. He paced around the room, arms folded behind his back and eyes cast down at the ground. "I... I had nothing to do with it. I was no where near where the bank was at the time." He said, "I do not know. The Russian Federation's criminal justice system is not very just. Do you offer legal assistance?" He asked. He would rather have it disputed and dropped off his record than have it stay as with him.
Darlene
"Right."

Usually, the files were very clear on the resident's guilt or innocence in regard to the charges. Vizhkir was an exception. It seemed that he held that he was innocent, but...

Pernilla decided on caution. "Usually," She said, "If you're innocent or the crime happened because of your powers, it gets wiped off your record the moment you leave here. If that doesn't happen, you'll have to fight it in court on your own." She frowned a little. "Just don't worry too much. It's only a stain on your record. It's not like you're going to prison."

"If that's everything..." She trailed off, expecting Vizhkir to catch on.