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When he looked up to thank his visitor, the ghost was gone. The book lay flat, looking like any other textbook again. Misha closed the "Ziv" collection with a sense of triumph he hadn't felt in weeks.

Misha looked down at his blank paper. "I just don't know where to start the proof."

Misha was currently in the "blankly staring" phase. He was stuck on a problem from the "Stereometry" section for 10th grade. When he looked up to thank his visitor, the ghost was gone

For the next hour, Misha didn't look at his phone. With the ghost’s subtle hints—a gesture toward an angle here, a whisper about a theorem there—the cross-section of the prism began to take shape. The logic flowed. The "given" led to the "prove," and finally, Misha wrote the most satisfying letters in the Russian language: ( Which was to be demonstrated ).

The clock on the wall ticked with a rhythmic, mocking sound that seemed to sync perfectly with the throbbing in Misha’s head. Spread out before him on the kitchen table was a worn-out copy of It was a book known to every student in grades 7 through 11, a collection of challenges that could either make you feel like a mathematical genius or leave you staring blankly at a page of triangles. Misha looked down at his blank paper

He didn't need the GDZ tonight. He had found the hidden lines himself.

The ghost tapped the paper with his chalk. "Start with what you know. Look at the properties of the parallel lines. Geometry isn't about numbers; it's about logic and beauty. It’s like a puzzle where all the pieces are already there, you just have to choose to see them." For the next hour, Misha didn't look at his phone

"Just one look," he told himself. "Just to see how they drew the cross-section."