John Davey Harris. A great scientist and a genius. And you are the one who can call yourself his friend.

John was walking ahead of you very enthusiastically, urging you with words like "Keep up!", and the like. You already knew this road: it led to the cemetery. Why would John take you there? You didn't know. But it is often said that there is a small reality between madness and genius? You agree with this statement: John often behaved like a madman. John stopped at the entrance to the cemetery. You stood next to him, looking questioningly. — Pretty one, you know... There are many different kinds of observations to be made in the cemetery. That's why we're here! — John spread his arms to the sides, looking at you with enthusiasm.