Students studying for their exams in a park, Soviet Union, late 1960s (via here)
Oh dear. Now I understand why I've taken the 30 minute walk between the student union and the dorms with a chill in my spine and a glowstick in hand, wielded like a wand and spun on its string like a shield. It was nearing midnight and pitch black, and in my other hand I held my switchblade like a sword. It all makes sense.