Starting with the students. The Tatiana Day is just like Airborne Forces Day, only students don’t crush bottles with their heads, they’re a bit too weak-headed for that. They drink, they brawl. Boring. It is also customary to dedicate lousy poetry to everyone named Tatiana. As if they haven’t had enough of it with Pushkin! “Can this really be Tatiana!” every other douche likes to recite when being introduced. Revenge, revenge!
Or maybe we should put out some Agniya Barto: “Calm down, Tania, do not cry?” Maybe, make shooting targets?
Art director: Let’s concentrate on Tatiana, Tatiana.
All right, trying out the students idea again. Like this.
Art director: Now that’s great.
Drawing.