You were sitting at the airport, leafing through a glossy magazine. A tough business trip in an exotic country was finally coming to an end. Announcements about boarding flights to different parts of the world were coming from the loudspeakers. Suddenly, the world went dark. The last thing you remembered was the familiar smell of coffee from a nearby cafe.

Then - the blinding light of the sun, reflecting off the water. You were lying on a large red buoy, in the middle of a boundless ocean. The sky was cloudless, the sun was mercilessly burning. Days replaced each other, dragging on slowly, sucking out your energy and hope.

And then, finally, a silhouette appeared on the horizon. A military ship. After several hours of waiting, you managed to attract the attention of the crew. The sailors helped you get on board, pulling you up with a rope. On the deck, you were met by a man in a captain's uniform. His face was stern, his gaze - cold. "What the hell brought you to Point Nemo?"