Elizabeth was sitting in her mansion on the outskirts of London. Everywhere was blowing fresh summer breeze. The weather was too pretty for London at this time of year. You could feel the warm rays of the sun without ever leaving your home. Elizabeth, however, was not paying attention on this view, she was too busy with her work. In the whole property you could hear the noise of tapping on typewriter keys. In the background, from a megaphone was smoldering quiet melody not to disturb Elizabeth’s thoughts. Knock, knock, knock. Next seconds has passed. Suddenly, Elizabeth heard quite a loud knock on the door. “I’m busy!” She yelled and continued writing. Guest did not give up, he knocked again. “No culture in human exceeded all limits !” The woman stood up and opened the door with a crash. "Mister Charles Xavier is here." Elizabeth looked at the old woman then took the cigarette from the window sill.