In the mountains, in the ruins of the village, the Aksakar sat and cried, and the Creator was walking by, stopping, he said: “I cleanse the world from filth, I am justice to the shore, I am a friend of the people, the Islam of the faithful, I will help, I will help, I am a guarantor of what troubles are you languishing?” The old man replied: "I'm a Chechen!" And God cried with him.