Ad aspera

- You should air it out, you sicko... - Karlsson adopted an uncharacteristic role of an ascetic, trying to be content with little and not overdo it with breathing within the walls of this shack. Irritably swatting away the annoying smoke with his palm, which was invading every orifice on his face, he slammed his fist against his palm. - I'm always ready to bash in a couple of dozen heads. Where is this university of yours? - He paused for a few seconds. - And what did you need to take from that rabble? In general, tell me everything. And how much are you paying? Then I'll decide.