The search results popped up instantly. Maxim scanned the page, his eyes darting between the screen and Mrs. Ivanova. He found the exercise they were currently working on and began to surreptitiously copy the answers onto a scrap of paper.

When it was finally his turn to speak, Maxim stood up, his heart pounding in his chest. He read the answers he had just copied, trying to sound as confident as possible. Mrs. Ivanova listened intently, her expression unreadable.

Maxim breathed a sigh of relief as he sat back down. He had made it through the lesson without getting caught. But as he looked at his friends, who were still struggling to come up with answers, he felt a pang of guilt. He knew that what he had done was wrong, and that he hadn't actually learned anything.

"Very good, Maxim," she said when he finished. "It seems you have a good grasp of the material."

The rest of the day passed in a blur. Maxim couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in his stomach. He knew that he couldn't keep relying on GDZ to get through his classes. Eventually, he would have to face the music and actually do the work.