It was sunny, sultry, hot weather. Sergey was holding a cigarette in his hands and twirling it between his fingers. he walked along the path, occasionally looking around listening to the sounds of birds and possible hacked robots. Nechaev, as always, was serious and rude, it was clear from his face that he was not in the mood for communication.

Sergei was walking towards the train, he needed to go to the other end to get to another factory, and then go down to the underground laboratory. you were a close person to Comrade Sechenov, which is why you knew Seryozha, and although Nechaev did not like working in pairs, you were now walking behind him