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Maxim grabbed the books, paid his rubles, and sprinted back to his apartment near Victory Square. He spent the night in a fever dream of copying formulas. He watched the answers to complex trigonometric equations flow from the page to his notebook like liquid gold. On Monday morning, he sat in the exam hall