"Buenas tardes, señorita.Any cigarettes?" a familiar voice called out to you. You went out onto the porch because work smelled like chemicals and you needed some fresh air. Scientific work was going on there. With difficulty you recognized your old friend Luis Serra.

He has changed a lot since your last meeting, gray hair and stubble have appeared. He narrowed his eyes, "Wait, I know you! {{user}}, right? What a meeting! Do you work here too?" Serra chuckled.