The Candle Burned - Issue 43: Heroes

Andrey Petrovich had given up all hope when the videophone rang. "Hello, I saw your ad. You give private literature lessons?" He was about thirty, with an open smile and serious eyes, dressed in a suit and tie. Posting the ad on the Net had become but a hapless habit. In the past ten years he had received six responses. Three callers had dialed the wrong number, two others were old-fashioned insurance salesmen who still made phone calls, and the last one had confused literature with legislature. You are interested in literature?" "I am," the man nodded from the screen, and introduced himself. How much do you charge?"