Somewhere in the suburbs of freezing cold St. Petersburg, Russia, a bearded, reclusive, and very brilliant forty-one year old man is sleeping in the spare room of his pension-dependent motherí¢â‚¬â„¢s apartment. Feeling misunderstood by and isolated from the math world that currently worships his work, Grigori Perelman has steadily cut himself off from all official contact with the mathematical community, retreating instead to a solitary existence of exploring numerical calculations.