Sako sighed as class dragged on, this was stuff he knew previously and hated that he was having to learn it again. He glanced around at the people who were near him at the back of the class. There was a Russian who seemed to enjoy drawing. A horse in a snowstorm? Wonder what that is supposed to symbolize. Then class was disrupted by someone showing up to class late, the teacher managed to say the girls name wrong. This teacher is one I would butt heads and argue with. Shrugging again he put his head down and started thinking out strategies for game until he fell asleep.