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When we had eaten, we went to the archive.

It was necessary to study the documents at least a little.

— So… I found thirty... no, twenty-five people from Poland...—Cornelius was leafing through the third folder.— Apparently, we'll have to go back soon...—

— You will leave Bulgaria without me...—Dariusz said, studying one of the folders intently.— I have some things to do.… If no one objects, I'll keep the key to the bunker for now.—

— Well, you're coming back, aren't you, Darek?—Cornelius asked anxiously.

Dariusz smiled. What a wonderful smile he has after all...

— I have no other choice...— He said.

— Dariusz, if you need help, call me...—Adrian handed Darek an old slider—type phone.— Adrianna, I think you need to communicate with me too.—

The cell phone he gave me was bright red, and the one he gave to Dariush was black.

— A mobile phone?—I smiled.—I thought you'd need to be contacted by some kind of space communicator.—