Suddenly, he wasn't in his bedroom. He was standing in a massive, sun-drenched atrium. Before him stood three towering doors.
Maksim stared at his Social Studies textbook, the name "Bogoliubov" mocking him from the cover. He was stuck on , which covered the intricacies of the Judicial System , and the chapter test was tomorrow. Suddenly, he wasn't in his bedroom
The text was a blur of "jurisdiction," "appeals," and "presumption of innocence." Rubbing his eyes, Maksim drifted off, his head resting on the cold glossy page. Maksim stared at his Social Studies textbook, the
"Welcome to the 35th Chamber," a booming voice echoed. A man in a sharp suit appeared—he looked exactly like the portrait of the author in the front of the book. "I am the Arbiter. To pass, you must navigate the levels of justice." "Welcome to the 35th Chamber," a booming voice echoed