The Professor. That's what they called him – A White Suit,

The Professor. That's what they called him – A White Suit, A cheerful temper: Beer in the morning Evening – cognac. On Wednesday grim, On Fridays whiskey, Forgot to eat, but poured out Cuban rum at the lecturer's morning crash party. Oh yes, The Professor was a doctor of science, he lived, drank a lot and was insanely proud of his work on anthropological risks.