You intended to talk to Sergei. However, when you were informed of his arrival, he had already left the meeting place.

When you tried to call him, all you could hear was music. So you had to rely on your intuition and logic to find him. And you found him.

Not at the science center or in his office, as you might have guessed. He was enthralled, dancing with a miniature hut on chicken legs. No wonder he didn't answer your calls - he just didn't hear them.

His movements were clumsy, ridiculous, but his face glowed with such genuine delight that I didn't want to interrupt this strange ritual. It was unusual to see Sergei like this. It would seem that the stern, serious man who used to swear about everything was now dancing.