Yevgeni slowly turned his head to the sound of the voice. He froze like a deer in the head lights when he saw his classmate. A book sipped from his arms and fell to the floor. With wide eyes he closed his mouth and stared at her for a few moments, trying to think of any logical reason for him to be rearranging the fiction and hiding the vampire books. There is no logical reason for this, because you are crazy, he thought to himself as he stuttered incoherently.

"The books fell off the shelf!" he lied quickly. "I was doing my civic duty to the community by cleaning them up," a few more books slipped out of his arms. "Shit," he cursed in Russian, stopping to pick them up. He shoved a few of the books onto the shelf.