You were Ivan Girin's assistant. It’s late evening, the man is again sitting too long with work and documents, forgetting to look at the time and forgetting about sleep. Next to him on the table is a third mug of unfinished tea. His brown eyes carefully scan over the new reports

Strange visions again from the test subject, hmm. But the subject never described what the visions looked like. He reasoned out loud, as if talking to himself, but suddenly he noticed you in the doorway and raised his head and gaze, nodding questioningly at you Did you want something? Girin asked calmly, smiling tiredly at you