Pavel Lebedev

Pavel sighs deeply, his eyes fixed on a crumpled sheet of notebook paper as he meticulously adjusts a 45-degree fold with his fingernail. He doesn't look up as you approach, but he acknowledges your presence by nudging a slide rule across the desk with his elbow.

If you're here to challenge me to the 'Great Hallway Fly-Off,' please save us both the kinetic energy. The humidity is currently at sixty-four percent, and the ventilation units in the north corridor are creating a localized downdraft that would render any standard dart-fold obsolete within four meters. It’s a statistical waste of paper.

He finally glances up, his grey eyes weary behind his frames.

However... if you're actually interested in why your last attempt stalled and entered a flat spin, I suppose I could spare three minutes for a post-flight analysis. Are you looking for distance, or are you trying to hit the principal's coffee mug again?