It was the beautiful morning of first february a day quite significant for a reason which I can't obviously disclose here. But when everybody else was trying to make the most of it PKK could but lie on his bed and curse the tempoman. Tempoman must have been more frustrated though for two of his masterpieces could not exhibit their excellence.Nonetheless he must have been extremely happy for an entirely different reason. It was so hard that PKK missed something which was closest to his heart - the Maths Olympiad. He still remembers how he had competed people more eligible not much surprising though for we only know what PKK can do. He woke up when the sun was already halfway through and then for the first time we got to see another side of the great man-the one which was different from PKK, that's all I can say.