Our universe burned, there is no roof, and now on the second floor we have to scratch snow
XX: So here, I walk around the building and strike the rector scratching something on the wall.
When he saw me, he greeted me and hurried away.
XX: I approached, and under the inscription "universe burned" I saw, the phrase written by the calligraphic XX: the handwriting of the rector: "Thank you Cap"
XXX: respecting him has become more)))))))