"Hey, that should be him, right?"
"Yes! That's Adrian Sheva! He is going to win the open section!"
"Shall we ask for his graph too?"
"Well, go on! Ask if he is willing to give one!"
"Why is it always me?"
"Because you are the most outgoing one! Come on, we will support you here!"
Before Sheva entered the venue, he could see four teenagers—probably around Claudia's age—whispering at each other furiously while also taking a glance at him from time to time. It was pretty rude, and Sheva himself felt uncomfortable as he received that treatment. It became much worse when he tried to eavesdrop on the conversation; he didn't know even a single bit of what they were saying there. It seemed that they spoke in German, which only left Sheva in confusion.
