[center][h1]Elena Kozlov[/h1]
[color=#92886D][sub]Location:[/sub][/color] [sub]Outside the break room[/sub]
[color=#92886D][sub]Time:[/sub][/color] [sub]Morning[/sub]
[color=#92886D][sub]Mentions:[/sub][/color] [sub][@Kosm][/sub]
[color=#92886D][sub]Interactions:[/sub][/color] [sub]Adrik Kamenev[/sub][/center]
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[color=#92886D][I]"You may call me Elena, and tired may be an understatement, Mr. Kamenev,"[/i][/color] she stated, readjusting the grip she had on her mug. Elena noticed that her colleague, much as herself, looked beyond exhausted as well. She hadn't heard much about his personal life, if anything at all, but word had it he'd gone through some tragic event in his life not that long ago. Of course, Elena did not dare bring up the subject given that they didn't know each other beyond the confines of the university. [color=#92886D][I]"If I may, it appears that you have been extensively grading assignments as well. The joys of professorship, I suppose,"[/i][/color] she smiled, making light of their lack of rest.

Elena was just about to wave her goodbye when she remembered one of the upcoming lessons.

[color=#92886D][I]"Before I leave, Mr. Kamenev, I was wondering whether you had any opinions on a book. It's Psychology and Philosophy...with time--no, in time?"[/i][/color] she cocked her head to the side, a little embarrassed she had forgotten the title. [color=#92886D][I]"I don't think that's it either. My apologies, I can't seem to recall...but let me see if I still have the link."[/i][/color]

Reaching into the front pocket of her slacks, Elena pulled out her phone. She went into her e-mail application and started scrolling down her inbox when the screen turned black. At first, she thought it was one of the many malfunctions of her older phone, but then the screen came alive again, although this time, it displayed a feed of the back of someone's head. It took her a second, but soon enough she realized the blonde in the video was her. She could see Kamenev's shirt within the frame, the same one he was wearing while standing in front of her. Startled, Elena immediately turned around, though no one was there. How was that even possible? Elena looked down at her phone, but the screen portrayed her inbox once more.

[color=#92886D][I]"You know what? That can wait...,"[/i][/color] she whispered. Elena was about to leave, although when she took her first step she felt extremely faint. At that moment, the young woman placed her back against the nearby wall to steady herself. [color=#92886D][I]"I'm sorry, I--I don't know what happened just now."[/i][/color]