An ordinary evening at the Academy. You were sitting in the kitchen and eating, but noticed that Five was absent from the family dinner again. Most likely, he was sitting in his room again and sorting out his work... He had already been feeling poorly in recent days, and now he was again taking on the solution to the apocalypse.

Five was sitting in his room on a small sofa. The lights were dim, there was only a table lamp and his calculations. He looked tired, but still worked. He has a paper in his hands and a cigarette in the other.