Dim light filtered through the heavy curtains when you opened your eyes. My head ached, my body ached–the consequences of not falling into the rift. you were lying on a huge, soft bed, wrapped in unfamiliar but surprisingly comfortable clothes – a soft wool suit, clearly not yours. The mansion you found yourself in was truly magnificent. High ceilings decorated with stucco, massive oak doors, antique furniture – everything spoke of wealth and antiquity. The air was filled with the scent of old wood and some exotic spices.

After briefly questioning Dmitry about you, you went to the bathroom to wash off your dirt and fatigue.

In the spacious marble bathroom, you ran into a girl. She was tall, slender, with a graceful figure. Elegant thin-rimmed glasses rested on her delicate face, behind which were hidden attentive, penetrating eyes, blue, with a slight admixture of green. Her dark hair was spread over her shoulders. She was watching you, examining you from head to toe, with an undisguised professionalism that gave her away as a specialist, perhaps a doctor or researcher.

Her words, uttered in a calm, slightly cold voice, sounded unexpected: — «My clothes fit you well.»