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I knew I would apply to medical school, but which faculty I would choose was decided by a chance encounter. It happened in the metro. My grandmother Claudia and I were on our way to submit documents to the Kharkiv Medical Institute; we were completely unfamiliar with the city. The metro train hummed, and my gaze fell on a striking man. He stood opposite, leaning slightly, with his arm on the train door. Perhaps it was his hat that caught my attention: he wore a black hat and a strict black coat, and his narrow eyes revealed a penetrating intellect and focus.

“Intellectual,” I thought to myself, “probably a professor.” When we exited the train, he was next to us and also getting off. When my grandmother felt dizzy at the metro escalator, the intellectual kindly supported her elbow.

“Oh, thank you so much!” my grandmother exclaimed.

“Excuse me, could you tell us how to get to the medical institute?” she dared to ask the stranger.

He explained in detail: we needed to exit, pass through the square, and in general, head in that direction.

“And what’s your purpose going there? By the way, I work there,” the stranger said.

“Yes, I’m taking my granddaughter to apply; she has no parents, and she got emotional…”

“And which faculty?” he inquired.

“I don’t know,” I replied, “maybe sanitary and hygienic.”

“Apply to pediatrics, it’s a good faculty.”

We thanked him and bid farewell to the stranger.

Decision made! Only pediatrics!