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I'm wearing an ethnic-style jacket and white trousers right now.

The blood is beating in my head like a tocsin.

I even have such a strange feeling that I loved him once...

But... I saw him in the club for the second time in my life!

Oh gods! He's standing outside the bar!

Even at this distance, I feel this amazing smell again...

— Hi, Adrianna...—he smiled softly.

Neil B's smile is something unimaginably beautiful. So radiant and sly...

— Hi... And when will you tell me your name? Neil B sounds kind of cardboard.—I said.

— Cardboard?—the guy laughed.

— It's not real. Inanimate.—I said.— And you look like the dawn... Beautiful... Shining...—

Neil smiled.

—Cornelius.—he said softly.

— What a beautiful name...—I whispered.

My pulse sped up and my breathing slowed down... Why do I react this way?

— And the last name?—I ask. It seems that now my heart will just explode.

— I'm listed in the documents as Beynar, but in fact Kaminski is my real last name...—

We sat down at a table together.

I held out my hand. I wanted to touch him so much...

Suddenly the chairs creaked and Cornelius pressed me to him.

—And why do I remember you, Cornelius Beynar-Kaminski?—I asked.

—I'd give my whole life for you to remember... So that you can remember who we were to each other... And I called you by your real name, and you didn't react, so there's still a chance...—

I can feel his hands stroking my hair.

— That meteorite... Did I lose my memory after it?—I asked, pressing my cheek against him.

— Now you've started asking correctly... I've been looking for you for so long... But I can't think that he will bring you back to Poland again!—Cornelius sighed.—You have no idea how long I've been looking for you... I've been driving for so long in vain... And where is this bastard, yours... Your father... Where is he?—

Cornelius lowered his gaze.

It seems he was afraid of this topic.

— Kirby and I are told that he is dead. And there's no mom either...—

We ordered coffee.

—Tell me everything you know. Please Who are you and who am I?—I asked.

— You don't even remember the university? How bad... It was beautiful... I thought it was our personal fairy tale... And this was our personal hell...— Cornelius sighs.— Your father didn't want our relationship and fell for Mariusz's words. Mariusz promised to make you a person who will not be afraid of anything. And..As I heard, Mariusz threw him into an interdimensional tunnel. And with him his wife... And she was injured then. I do not know why, but... I saw that Mariusz took her blood from the floor... I saw it... I was there...—

His eyes were red.

— Get out the notes, I saw that my envelope is in your bag. More precisely, I feel it.—

— Oh, yes...—I smiled.— Your strange perfume... Why strawberries? It's so strange for a man...—

— Strawberries? Hmmm... I haven't heard anyone say that I smell like strawberries... I remember a woman I knew saying that I smelled like chocolate... In all my years of life, I have never understood where my smell came from. He's like an annoying fly in my life.— said Cornelius.

— The smell is very pleasant...—I said.

— But because of my smell, no perfume works. It makes me very angry.—Neil B. smiled.

— When you smile, your eyes are like the reflection of the moon in a night river...—I said suddenly. And a strange feeling arose that I had already said this before...

a spark of hope lit up in Cornelius' bottomless eyes.

—I remember the first time you said that to me... It was after the first lecture I gave.—he suddenly rolled his eyes thoughtfully.— Maybe we should go to my house? I have saved every memory... The memory of us...—

His voice faltered.

***

I looked at him all the time as we drove towards Cornelius' house.

— Ugh... And what do you want to see on my face, Adrianna?— he sighed softly.

— Maybe the question will be a little strange, but... No matter how hard I look, I couldn't see... How old are you?—I said with a slight embarrassment.

— Oh, Mother of God...— Cornelius stopped on the side of the road and laughed.— And couldn't you find an even sillier question? Or are you afraid that you were in a romantic relationship with a man who is eighteen years older than you?—

— I don't remember who I was, but it seems... Although why the word "seems" here! Memory is gone, but love is in no hurry to leave...—I said.—And I don't give a damn that you're fifty...—

Again this wonderful feeling visited me.

Looking into Cornelius' eyes is like jumping off a cliff.

— Let all my memories be taken away from me, love cannot be torn out of my heart...— I touched his smooth cheek with my hand, stroked his short hair, kissed him on the lips and slowly began to descend with kisses along the swan neck of this beautiful creature.

— Adrianna... No! Not now...—Cornelius smiled nervously.— We need to take care of your memory first...—

***

Cornelius' house stood at a distance from the others and it was on the line of the forest.

The journey to his house took about two hours even with fast driving.

— Does a stripper live in the middle of nowhere?—I asked with a grin.

— I'm not a stripper. Actually, I like to do it... A lot of attention... And I'm not considered strange there... Oddities are mistaken for a show there...— Cornelius ran his fingers over the lock and the door opened.

— I didn't notice any oddities in you. Well, of course, except for this strange smell.—I said.

— Move this piece of wood here and step back, I'll show you my oddities...—Cornelius said, taking off his gloves.

A black mist appeared on his fingertips.

With a little effort, I moved the table so that it stood like a shield.

Cornelius took a deep breath and put his hands forward in a pose similar to a karate position.

The black mist turned into a thick black beam and burned a huge hole in the table.

— Mother of God!—I screamed and hid behind a decorative statue.

—You had exactly the same reaction last time. Only you saw it on the street and I didn't burn some damn table at all...—Neil B sighed sadly.

—You killed the man who tried to rob you... He shot you... I remember that black smoke...—I said suddenly.

— It's not smoke...— my brown-eyed angel smiled.— This is radioactive radiation. But I will not only be able to destroy them. I can also create.—Cornelius said, waving his hands.— Look.—

He turned his fingers counterclockwise and the burnt hole in the table began to overgrow with ashes and after that the table turned out to be whole again.

— Can you restore your memory?—I asked.

— I'll try... I hope I can. But you can try without my abilities to begin with. I have a lot of photos and videos. Maybe we should try to do everything without radioactive interference first?— Beynar took me to the center of his house - to his large and round office.

There were a huge number of prisms hanging from the ceiling, it was impossible to count the number of these pendants.

— When I turn on those spotlights, it becomes so beautiful here, as if there is a sky with stars around...— Cornelius froze. — Look. Over there, on the right... There is a photo here that I defended as best I could... Even two bullets hit in the shoulder...—he sighed and tried to imperceptibly wipe away a tear, but it was still obvious that his eyes were red.— It was such a beautiful day... Only it ended badly...—

In the picture in a simple crystal frame, Cornelius is holding me to him.

We are wearing identical metal rings with the inscription "We have one heart."

I kiss Cornelius on the cheekbone.

— Cornelius...—I whisper, hiding a very strong desire to cry.— Give me back my memory...—

— It can be very painful...— my beautiful angel sighs.— I'll do it... If it's necessary for us, I'll do it...—Beynar laid his gloves on the table.— Sit on my chair.—

His tone was firm and commanding, such that I was even a little scared.

My knees trembled as I lay down on his chair. The back slumped so sharply that I almost screamed.

Fingers hot as fire touched my temples.

It's getting dark in my eyes...

... I'm sitting at a lecture at the university.

Cornelius writes a huge diagram on the blackboard, his eyes sparkle with the flame of passion under his glasses.

The chalk creaks loudly. I like this sound, I like what I see...

when such unearthly beauty is in front of my eyes, the words disappear. To call his beauty unearthly would be even very little, insignificant in comparison with these perfect features...

Professor Beynar turns around. Bangs, previously perfectly laid, fell on the forehead, pupils dilated, hands dirty from white chalk dust.

Even at such a great distance, I can see that his bangs are stuck to his forehead.

— Those who have no desire to write down everything I said, or maybe you just didn't have time to write it down. You can just write down only this table instead of the text of the entire lecture, my head doesn't always have time for words either...—

Several people laughed.

Cornelius smiled.

— Yes, yes, you like to laugh at me...— he said absolutely without malice.

I'm writing and I don't even look at what I'm writing.

— Professor Beynar, the lesson was wonderful! That's just with the table, I didn't quite understand everything.—I said.— But you explain everything much better than the last teacher...—

I don't understand why I approached him after the lesson.

— Do you want me to tell you a secret?— he said softly.— Some nuclear scientists themselves do not understand some of the terms. They just need to be put in the head ... —