The case takes place in Siberia, the temperature outside the window ~-20. I warm up the car in the morning, a 25-year-old guy comes out of the entrance in t-shirts, wool socks, a long coat, a shirt and a hat. He holds a glass in his hand, presumably with cognac. He gets a cigar from his pocket, smokes it with fireplaces, does not rush to smoke and pulls the liquid from the glass. At the same time, he reflectively looks at the sky, rare passers, and, judging by the face, solves in his mind a task of at least a universal scale. After 5-7 minutes of persistent reflection, his face is illuminated, and our protagonist blows the cigar on the paddle of the tapk and, with a marked click, sends it to the urn. Then, several times in a row, he clicks his fingers and, dancing, goes back to the entrance.
Today the end of the world is postponed - say thank you to the harsh Siberian alpha.