He didn't need the GDZ tonight. He had found the hidden lines himself.
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. He didn't need the GDZ tonight
"Just one look," he told himself. "Just to see how they drew the cross-section." He didn't need the GDZ tonight