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"Ich stehe um sieben Uhr auf," he muttered, his tongue tripping over the consonants. He reached for his phone, the temptation of a —the "Ready-Made Homework" answers—pulsing like a heartbeat.

The rain drummed against the window of a small apartment in Moscow, a rhythmic metronome to Maxim’s frustration. Spread across his desk was the by Artemova and Gavrilova . To a casual observer, it was just a collection of grammar exercises and vocabulary lists. To Maxim, it was a mountain he couldn't climb. "Ich stehe um sieben Uhr auf," he muttered,

But as he reached the final line, he looked at his father’s old German dictionary on the shelf. He remembered the stories his father told of wandering through Berlin, of the friends he made because he could speak their heart’s language. Maxim looked down at his workbook. The ink was his, but the thoughts weren't. Spread across his desk was the by Artemova and Gavrilova