Anton clicked. The progress bar crawled. 1%... 5%... The 56kbps modem hissed in sympathy. "Anton? Why are you still up?" his mother called.
"Just... checking the weather for school!" he lied, his heart hammering against his ribs. Anton clicked
He typed the desperate incantation into the search bar: “uchebnik russkij jazyk 4 klass 1 chast zelenina skachat narod.” Anton clicked