The blue glow of the laptop screen was the only light in Maxim’s room at 2:00 AM. On his desk sat the formidable , its cover featuring the geometric patterns that had been haunting his dreams.

"There has to be a way to see the logic," he muttered, his fingers hovering over the keyboard.

He closed the browser, pulled a fresh sheet of paper, and solved the next three problems on his own using that same technique. When he finally hit the pillow, the Nikolskii textbook didn't look like a monster anymore—just a puzzle that he now had the tools to solve.

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