Once again studying at Charles University, this time I chose the Faculty of Physics and Mathematics and was in my fifth year. Another year and a half and, having completed my studies in Prague, I would leave to study in Moscow. Admittedly, I had never been there. Russia always seemed to me a wild place, but nowadays the situation in this huge state has changed for the better, and I decided to visit its vast expanses and learn in practice what Russian higher education is. I had a lot of plans ahead of me. For example, to taste what Russian blood tastes like. It was raining this morning, and thanks to this beautiful weather, today I had a chance to change my mackintosh for my favourite leather jacket. As I headed towards the entrance of the faculty building, I fell into a crowd of young sophomore girls and immediately felt their eyes on me. They didn't even try to hide the fact that they were staring at me. Many mortal females were staring at me, deceived by my appearance. From the outside, it might have seemed that their attention flattered me, but in fact, I felt nothing but dislike. The girls were seduced by my good looks, but they had no idea what was behind the shell. And since mortals will never know that we exist, this human stupidity can even look somewhat amusing. Humans are entertaining creatures in their own right. But empty.
While the weather was perfect for a vampire, I decided to take a walk around Prague. On foot. I rarely got the chance to walk around the city, as rain was a rarity this year, and overcast weather seemed to have given way to sunny days. I did not attend the university on too bright days, and now I had a large number of absences to my credit, for which no one dared reproach me. In addition to being one of the best students, I was a regular contributor to the accounts of my alma mater with large sums of euros. Commerce was to my heart for two reasons: firstly, I made my own schedule of classes, and I had no problems with my studies. The second reason was more trivial: my mother always said that grants should be left to the smart but unfit mortals. Besides, to take a grant away from a green human chick would be a real insult to my dignity.
As soon as I left the university I ran into a fellow student, Royce MacRessos, an ambitious American who occasionally annoyed me by trying to talk to me. Royce extended his hand to me, but I never shook hands with anyone, because my palms were inhuman, and I knew what people thought about shaking hands with us: we had icy hands. So I pretended to be frozen, hid my hands in my pockets, and frowned and muttered: