“...Lenya appeared about two minutes later. In light shoes and a suit. I didn’t even throw a jacket over my jacket. But he grabbed the black daddy. “You’ll freeze!” – I shouted. “Are you crazy?” He waited until I went up to the porch, and, letting steam out of his mouth, started babbling: “According to Izmailov, the situation is complicated.” Most likely, we got into a puddle. Well... we're not alone. Komsomolskaya Pravda, Izvestia and MK have the same situation. I'll tell you briefly from the very beginning. A man was developing a language for communicating with brothers in mind... - Explain. Lenya pointed his finger at the sky and whistled. - Little green men, strangers and other ufo. He received a serious international grant for this business and completely mastered it in two years. He created his own institute specifically for brothers in mind. An entire institute for one task! It seemed like things were going well. Some results have appeared. And then - like a bolt from the blue - academician’s graduate student Igor Vasiliev defends his dissertation, in which he convincingly proves that the problem posed cannot be solved in principle...”