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When he got home, Matthew took a shower and went to bed. But sleep did not hurry to envelop him. All his thoughts were preoccupied with the upcoming trip, promising thrills and good earnings.

«I was overreacting about the fact that one man is enough for me, – Matthew thought, throwing his hands behind his head. – I wouldn't want regret it later. Who knows what secrets this unknown land holds? Besides, one would have to deal with people who were far away from civilization. But most importantly, Linda would have her own job, and I would have mine. She will be alone quite often, and I am not going to risk her life in any way. And if that's the case, we need another person. I am a loner, and an assistant can only hinder me, but Linda just needs an assistant who, besides, can ensure her safety».

Having made this decision, Matthew calmed down a little, but he still could not sleep. His mental activity and his overblown fantasy unfolded and grew exponentially. He mentally transported himself to the place where the surviving remains of ancient structures were located. Among the virgin rainforest, untouched by man, were huge solid blocks of stone, overgrown with the shoots of climbing plants. Matthew wandered along the path that wound around the complex of structures and gradually led him deep into the jungle. The trill of the birds sounded so realistic that Matthew lost the line between fantasy and reality. His attention was now completely focused on the new sensations, and they were truly impressive. In addition to the singing of the birds, the surrounding space was saturated with the rustle of the leaves as they were touched by gusts of wind. At these moments, the cries of the monkeys and the distant roar of the wild beasts were hushed, as if they too were enjoying this enchanting jungle music. Meanwhile, the pleasant coolness of the forest beckoned farther and farther along the barely visible path. Without any sense of fear, Matthew went deeper into the thicket, enjoying the newly discovered scenery. Huge ancient trees on either side of the path stretched straight into the clouds that enveloped their tops with their impenetrable canopy. But this did not prevent the setting sun from breaking through the foliage, creating a staggered illusion of the surrounding space. It seemed that this entire splendor was one whole organism, and all the trees, animals, and insects were just its component parts.

Gradually the path led him to a babbling brook, and the noise of the water merged with the singing of birds, the rustling of leaves, the chirping of insects and the barely audible roar of animals. It was mesmerizing. It was sweeter than the strongest sensations Matthew had experienced in real life. It was as if he was not walking, but rather floating above this majesty of the jungle. The sensation of the lightness of his body was comparable to the state of weightlessness that Matthew had experienced before on duty.

Looking around a bit, he began to notice that the evergreens enveloped the majestic ancient buildings, and the succulent fruits of these plants hung almost above the ground. Their sunlit, ripe appearance beckoned one to taste these exotic fruits, but in this world they were of value only because of their sweet smell, which inspired and satiated the travelers of this mysterious path. As he inhaled their delicate fragrance, Matthew felt an unprecedented power awaken within him. He felt his power. If he wanted to, he could move the age-old blocks lurking under the thick green cover of tropical plants. And not just move them. He could tear them apart into tiny pieces. Boundaries did not exist here. Matthew could feel the energy of the stones. No doubt they were alive here and bowed to the lord walking among them. He lay down on the silken grass carpet and closed his eyes to try to communicate with this world that was new to him, but instead of fabulous sensations he found himself in his room, lying on the bed.

– No! No! – he was horrified. – More!…

Quickly closing his eyes, Matthew found himself there again, among the living, radiating energy of mysterious structures. The sensation of dual reality was beyond his comprehension. He could be here and there at the same time. Feeling like a demigod in his visions, he would open his eyes again and turn into a helpless, limited creature. Returning again and again to the dream world, he sought a more detailed view of the stone structures.

The layout and shape of such grandiose structures were beyond doubt as to their man-made origin. The window openings, which were favored by countless hordes of monkeys, stood out clearly. No doubt, Matthew's imagination drew him a picture of a whole abandoned city, which, judging by its boundless size, was inhabited by a whole civilization that had long since fallen into the abyss of time…

The alarm on his cell phone interrupted his visions of an illusory world, bringing Matthew back to the harsh reality. Compared to the sensations he had experienced, he felt so exhausted that he could not even come close to the coveted oblivion for a moment.

«Well then, – he thought to himself after a little while. – Maybe I'll get some more later. I wonder what such vivid and colorful dreams depend on. I'll finish my examination of the ruins and go to the experts. Maybe there's something wrong with me».

Having come to terms with his lost opportunities, Matthew regained his indestructible willpower and the powerful energy of the physical world. Instantly sketching a plan for today, he glanced at his watch.

«Quite decent for a phone call», – he decided, dialing his friend's number.

– Good morning, Matthew, – a gentle female voice came over the phone.

– Good morning, Linda. Sorry for calling so early, but the case is very urgent and cannot wait.

– Somehow I'm not surprised, – she laughed. – That's your trademark. Quick, all at once. Are we ahead of schedule this time, too?

– No. It's much more leisurely now. The only thing is to leave as early as possible, and the work itself is quite painstaking and measured.

– I'm intrigued, – she admitted without false modesty. – Will you enlighten me now, or should we meet?

– You know I don't like unnecessary chitchat on the phone, – Matthew answered. – Is it convenient for you in the morning, or are you busy?

– With my love for my profession I'm always busy, but for you I'll cancel all business. My work, unfortunately, does not bring the expected income, and in this respect you have never disappointed me.

– That's reassuring, – Matthew smiled. – The more so, the case I want to offer you offers the prospect of a very decent income, of course, based on the result. Shall I come to your place, or shall we have breakfast in the restaurant?

– Do you really think a girl could refuse to go to a restaurant with you? – Linda laughed again. – Do you remember one time?

– Who should I invite but you? – Matthew was surprised. – You know I'm a recluse at heart. I appreciate our friendship, believe me, and I'd give a lot for it.

– Come on, – she confused, not without pleasure. – Where to go?

– You're insulting, – claimed Matthew. – I'll pick you up in an hour. Do you have time to get ready?

– Of course. I'm waiting.

Matthew got out of bed and made his way to the climbing frame installed right in the sleeping room. He had developed this habit since high school, and it must be said that it had helped him out more than once. After his fifteen-minute workout, he hailed a cab and headed for the shower.

A gray morning enveloped the still quiet city as Matthew rode in the car. Overnight, the sky had completely given up the rest of the moisture to the earth, leaving it on the roadway, which slowed things down a bit.

– Would you be so kind as to turn off the music, please, – Matthew asked the driver.

– Do you like silence? – the driver nodded understandingly and turned up the volume.

– Yes. Besides, it's a lot to think about.

The driver did not dare to interrupt any further, which allowed Matthew to concentrate on the conversation to come. He comfortably sat in the back of the car and concentrated his attention on the cityscape flashing by outside the window, after thinking over the main details of the conversation. Multi-story buildings were buried in the greenery of densely planted trees and shrubs. The first pedestrians were already beginning to appear in the streets.

«Sooner or later it will all turn into a jungle, – Matthew thought. – The trees will completely take over their territory, the buildings will collapse, and everything will be as it was long ago before us modern humans. The wild animals will come back here again and reign over their land. And in time, someone of intelligence will explore these places, and try to understand those who lived here long before them. Our nature, our architecture, our thoughts. At first, explorers will marvel and wonder how those who lived on the planet could have built such tall and grandiose buildings. And a little later, there will probably be misunderstandings and smirks from such primitive logic of thought as ours. Although this is a rather optimistic prognosis, it’s quite possibly the most attractive one for our home planet. Maybe it will all be buried under tons of sand and dust, where no living organism can penetrate. Or it will end up at the bottom of the ocean, and our homes will become a haven for unseen creatures swimming among them. And in time, perhaps, it will all sink into centuries of ice, which will preserve the memory of us for many millennia. Yes. All this has already happened. It is there now. And it will happen again. How many times? Most likely, and the wisest will not find an answer».

The car, meanwhile, was approaching its destination, and willy-nilly the driver had to get his client out of his philosophical contemplations.

– Approaching, – he told briefly. – Is this the final destination, or are there any other requests?

– Yes, – Matthew answered, coming out of his pensive state. – Wait here. In about ten minutes I'll come down with my companion, and you'll take us to the Chameleon Restaurant. It's not far from here. Do you know it?

– Of course, – the driver nodded. – I'll be waiting.

– Thank you, – Matthew said as he got out of the car.

He went up to the third floor and rang the doorbell. Linda did not keep him waiting long and opened the door with a radiant smile.

– Good morning! Please come in, I'm almost ready.

– You look just gorgeous, – Matthew marveled, kissing the girl's hand. – Well, you always do, don't you?

– I have to hold your own with a man like you, – Linda laughed, blushing a little. – Sit down on the sofa. I'm almost ready.

She waited until Linda had finished packing and then they walked to a waiting cab.

– So, – Linda began after fifteen minutes, taking a seat at a table in the restaurant. – I'm so impatient.

– Believe me, I'm in a hurry to share the information myself, – Matthew assured her, taking his seat across from her, – but let's order something to eat first, because we probably won't be able to eat properly today.

– Sure, – Linda nodded, pushing the menu aside. – Just a glass of orange juice for me.

– An extra order of shrimp and a pitcher of fresh orange juice, – Matvey turned to the waiting waiter.

– Aren't you afraid to order like this, without warning, – Linda asked apprehensively. – I don't want to see you like last time.

– Thank you for reminding me, Linda. I'm a frequent visitor here, and they know my cooking habits. Everything I order is seasoned only with salt, no seasoning, so there's no problem.

– That's good, – she said with relief. – You haven't seen a doctor since then, have you?

– They all say the same thing: either medication, or elimination of the foods to which I am allergic. I have eliminated foods, but nothing works against seasonal allergies, not even medication.

Linda thought about it.

– It was a pity, of course. So many healthy foods had to be excluded from the diet.

– It's not so bad when you think about the attacks, – Matthew answered and smiled. – But let's not talk about sad a thing, that’s not why we came here.

– Yes, I'm sorry, I just remembered our last trip to the restaurant.

– Yes, it's sad to remember, – Matthew flinched a little. – But let's get to the point. I've been commissioned to investigate ancient structures in South America. There is no doubt that they are not natural creations. Definitely they were built by intelligent beings. Hence the emerging tasks. The first and most necessary are to find out their true age. When exactly were they built? That's what I need you for. The second is to determine their purpose, as well as to try to figure out the technology of their construction. Here I will work on my own, though I do not exclude the possibility that your clear mind can be of invaluable assistance in this matter.

– South America…– she repeated thoughtfully, staring into space as if remembering something. – South America…

– Something confusing? – Matthew became suspicious. – Please tell me you accept! I really need you in this expedition!

– Confusing? – Linda livened up. – Yes it's the dream of any archaeologist. You yourself know very well how many secrets this mysterious land holds.

– That's right, – affirmed Matthew. – And to solve them, you have to communicate closely with the local tribes, who have not yet broken the civilization.

– Isn't that scary? – she smiled enigmatically, staring intently into her friend's eyes.

– What do you mean? – Matthew didn't understand. – Don't you know me?

– I know you very well, and I'm sure you're not afraid of death or torture. But I'm not sure that you know the legends of South America very well. There are worse things there than death.

– From this point, please, – Matthew asked, anticipating a new challenge.

– All right. You're quite a stable young man. I'm sure you'll manage. Have you heard anything about professor of archeology Matvienko?

– He's even published a book, if I'm not mistaken, – Matthew answered after thinking for a while. – A very serious scientist.

– Absolutely right, – expressed Linda. – But, among other things, he was my mentor.

With that, Linda leaned over the table and spoke more softly.

– One night he called and asked me to come over, – the girl leaned even lower. – What I heard him say was beyond my comprehension, but there was no reason not to trust him. An international team under his leadership was in Peru. There they collected evidence of all sorts of legends and tales. One evening one of the local shamans showed him an unknown plant and told him to get Ivan Grigorievich undressed and rub him all over with it. After that he sent him for a walk in the woods, asking him to keep his eyes open and his ears perked up. The result was impressive, – Linda emphasized. – It got dark quickly, but he could see better than he could in daylight. The juice of the plant lulled his rational mind, sharpened all his senses to the extreme, making him feel like a wild animal. He said it was incomparable to any of the pleasures of our physical world. This plant gave him so much vitality and energy that it allowed him to share it with everyone around him. He no longer felt himself an individual, but an integral part of that world. Ivan Grigorievich said that he could clearly see energy flows flowing through him,– the girl paused to emphasize the effect of what she had said, and continued her story again. – After a while an Indian came up to him and asked him to help him catch fish for the children. They went together to the river. Ivan Grigorievich said that the fish came to him on its own, but when he took it in his hands, he cried, because he felt an incredible kinship with it, and then he let it go.

Matthew thought for a moment. The story reminded him so much of today's dream.

– It looks like the effect of a psychotropic potion, – he informed Linda. – I have heard of them and that they are very common among shamans. Thank you for your valuable information. Our trip will have to be postponed for a while. I have to meet your mentor. It will save us some time.

– That's not going to happen, – Linda concluded, leaning back in her chair. – A month after we met, he left for Tibet as a pilgrim. More than two years passed, and no one has heard from him since.

– I see. So, are you worried that I will go as a pilgrim, too? – Matthew smiled.

– That's no cause for irony, – Linda said reproachfully. – People change completely when they come back from there.

– Thank you, – Matthew answered just as seriously. – It's really valuable information, and it's a pity we won't be able to meet your mentor. Now let's get down to business. Do you agree to come?

– You're asking! – Linda exhaled happily. – Yes, I am.

– That's wonderful! – exclaimed Matthew, and leaned back comfortably, following her example. – How much time do you need to finish your business?

– Not much, I think. I have a very good assistant now, and at the moment there are no cases he can't handle.

– Great, – Matthew said happily. – So, we need your instruments. I'm worried that we won't have time to gather all the necessary documents to transport them to South America, because I'm setting up to leave tomorrow, the day after tomorrow at most.

– If you really want to, – the girl objected, – you can do it. Is that all I have to do so far?

– That's the main thing, – Matthew nodded contentedly. – Now tell me what their approximate weight is. That will determine whether we take them with us or fly them out by cargo.

– They're not too heavy, – Linda answered. – They're mostly reagents. I have my own ways of doing things. By the way, how many of us will be on the team?

– That's the second and very important question, – Matthew answered, – which is entirely up to you. At the first stage I'll help you a little, and we can work together to determine the age of the buildings. Afterwards we would have to separate, because I have to go deep into the jungle, as I said to find out the technology of the buildings. You will be alone. And I don't want that. So please, choose any assistant you see fit.

– You risk not having a team at all, – Linda pouted, crossing her arms across her chest defiantly. – We'll do the necessary analysis, and then we'll go wherever you see fit, just the two of us. What do you think I am a burden?

– Forgive me for being blunt, – Matthew protested, – burden isn't quite the right word. Believe me I've been in situations where I could only survive on my own. If I'd had a partner with me, even one of my own calibers, we'd have been stuck there for ages. And there have been several such situations. That's why I'm a loner. I don't have much skill in teamwork.

– I see, – confused the girl, completely drooping. – To tell you the truth, I don't know who I could trust as much as I trust you. So there's no one I can take.

– Well, let's not lose heart, – encouraged her Matthew. – Let's change our plan a little. We'll go together. We'll survey the area. Determine age. How long will that take, by the way?

– I can't say definitively, – Linda concluded. – So many factors can affect the analysis. In addition to chemical studies, we would have to look at the inscriptions and writings. We would also have to study the climatic conditions of the area at different points in time…

– Is that possible? – Matthew interrupted her.

– Science never stands still, – the girl stipulated with an expert look. – It's not only possible, it's not even very difficult. But you would need close visual inspection and painstaking analysis of all the samples. Any little detail could make a decisive difference. If we take an average timeframe for this kind of work, the two of us can do it in three weeks.

– Great, – Matthew said enthusiastically. – In the meantime I'll survey the surroundings and make the necessary contacts. As you say, every little detail may be important here, but which one? So it's just the two of us. I will take care of the tickets and equipment, and you will prepare the equipment and authorize its transportation. In the evening, we call to discuss and adjust plans.

– I'll need some cash to buy some reagents and arrange a work visa to take the equipment out. How will we travel, by the way? This is necessary to know in order to get the paperwork.

– Our route will take us tentatively through Portugal, where we'll take a flight the day after tomorrow, – Matthew stipulated. – From there we'll take a boat to Brazil, and it won't take long to get to the mainland.

– О!… – Linda exclaimed with undisguised pleasure. – Oh, that is simply splendid! A cruise across the Atlantic would be a dream come true. But it's too expensive and time-consuming, isn't it? Why should it be?

– You know I speak Spanish quite well and that most of the South American population speaks Spanish dialects. While we're sailing, I can learn three, maybe four basic ones. The sound of the waves creates a great atmosphere for learning, well, and for relaxing too. I recently finished a case and was planning on taking a break, but offers like this are not to be turned down. Moreover, it is in your part too.

– Thank you, Matthew, – Linda replied, looking warmly at the man sitting across from her. – I may never get the chance to go there. It is a really important trip for me, which will give quite a lot of material for my further work.

– I hope you understand that all our results are closed to the scientific community, – cautioned Matthew, looking seriously into her eyes. – This is a private commission, and the customer pays a lot of money just to keep the results out of the hands of the public.

– Of course, – Linda answered calmly. – But the results and conclusions may be indirectly useful to me in other studies. I will not mention this expedition.

– Good, – said Matthew calmly. – It's nice when work brings not only money, but also pleasure. Isn't it?

– Definitely, – agreed Linda. – Your profession wouldn't make sense otherwise. Besides, if you're not into it, you're not likely to get to the top.

– I agree, – Matthew nodded. – Now that we've discussed all the working points, we can focus on the food. I love the way the prawns are cooked here. They're not boiled, but just lightly fried, which keeps them tender. I do that too.

– You couldn't tell before? – Linda smiled. – Now I want to try them too! May I steal some off your plate because I'm drooling?

– Sure, – Matthew smiled and moved the plate to her friend.

She looked around making sure no one was looking, and took the shrimp with two fingers. She took a bite, covered her eyes, and chewed it slowly.

– It's just great! – she drawled. – Can you cook like that?

– Everything is ingenious, – Matthew replied. – I'm not fond of culinary delights, so I make the simplest dishes. That's why they turn out so tasty.

– I've never tasted anything like that. If you get a chance, can you show me how to make such a delicious dish? I will definitely include this dish in my diet.

– Let me order for you, – Matthew suggested. – You saw, it's quick to make.

– Thank you, Matthew. I'll take one more and that's enough. Let's wrap it up, there's really a lot of work today. I'll take care of some business, and then I'll do the paperwork on the equipment. It's not that easy.

– I agree, – he told as he finished his portion. – Do you want me to call you a cab?

– No. It's not far from here to my work. I'll stop by the lab first, and then I'll call a car from there.

– Okay, come on, I'll walk you out for a while, – Matthew said as he got up from the table.

After paying the bill and thanking the waiter, they left the hospitable establishment for the street, which was lively in front of their eyes. Friends said goodbye, and Matthew decided to walk for a while, as he could not do anything until he talked to Andrew. The clouds had long since cleared and the bright sun was shining, leaving no trace of rain on the sidewalks. Before he had even walked a hundred paces, Matthew heard the phone ring.

– Good afternoon, – sounded a breathless voice of a friend. – I've been running around all morning. I met our client's confidant, Mr. Lambert.

– How did it go? – Matthew asked.

– You won't believe it. His Russian wasn't much better than my English. But we worked it out. The result – the money is in your accounts. Please check the receipt of funds and call me immediately if there are any problems.

– Sure, I'll check it right away. We don't have a lot of time.

– We do? – Andrew was surprised. – You said that my mission ends after financial matters.

– Yes, sorry, – Matthew answered. – That's right. I think there shouldn't be any problems. I just met with the professor, and she's agreed to be part of the group. Of course, that was what I was counting on, but you should have seen the pleasure she took in it.

– How can you refuse such a lucrative offer? – laughed Andrew.

– You don't understand, – insisted Matthew. – We haven't even talked about the financial side of it. But her eyes really lit up. She was really excited about this trip. And she told me things about South America that would make anyone's hair stand on end.

– I'm sorry, – Andrew interrupted. – I think this is not a phone conversation. Maybe you could come over and talk to me. By the way, you promised to introduce me to her.

– Of course – I will definitely drop by. If we can, we will come together.

– Now we're talking. I'll be expecting you at my place. We won't be seeing each other much longer now, and I'd like to have a quiet time together.

– All right, – Matthew agreed. – See you soon.

After the positive news about the financial side of the matter Matthew began to prepare. He had been on many such trips before, so everything was going smoothly. He visited several stores and found himself with a respectable arsenal of travel gear, from small carbines to flares that were not covered by the travel ban. The crowning feature of his equipment was a set of knives that could be used for self-defense if necessary. Matthew was a master of this type of weapon and when camping he never missed an opportunity to stash this deadly toy in a special calf-bandage. He also paid special attention to phrasebooks on the dialects of South American tribes. Of course, it is almost impossible to find this kind of literature on the regular market, but Linda helped him in this matter by providing him with quite a decent supply of guides to the dialects of Peru and Chile, which formed the basis for the Mapudungun and Quechan dialects. These languages, related to Spanish, required scrupulous training, which Matthew planned to do while crossing the Atlantic. He planned to replenish the lack of vocabulary when he met the expedition groups working there.

Now it remained to take care of the tickets. By evening Matthew dropped off the passports to a travel agent's friend, informed him of the group and the route he wished to take, and, having thanked him for his urgency, headed for home.

«So far everything is going pretty smoothly, – he thought as he sat down in his favorite chair. – But the most important part of the preparations lay with Linda. She assured me everything was fine, but crossing several countries is not so easy».

Still, deciding to trust a professional, he chased away his anxiety and fell into a sound, healthy sleep. That night colorful dreams did not disturb him and Matthew woke up the next morning alert and full of energy. After paying due attention to his morning workout, he decided to call Linda first of all.

– Good morning, – Matthew began. – Sorry to interrupt, but frankly, I'm a little worried about the permit to transport the equipment. Are you sure I can't help?

– Absolutely sure, – Linda confirmed. – I've done all I can. I'll have the papers by noon, and if our itinerary remains the same, there won't be any problem.

– Let's hope they don't let us down with the tickets, too, – he answered. – If you have almost everything ready, I invite you to dinner at my friend's place. We'll discuss what we're going to do next.

– With great pleasure, – Linda agreed. – Is it okay to mention our trip in front of him, because you said it was confidential?

– That's right, – Matthew confirmed. – But the customers contacted me through Andrew, and he will directly help us with questions that can be solved remotely.

– I see. Of course, I'd be happy to. What time is the meeting scheduled for?

– Andrew didn't give us any time constraints. I've already done my business, so tell me when it's convenient for you?

– Drop by at six, – Linda said after a moment's hesitation. – I won't need much time.

– Understood, – Matthew answered briefly. – You'll have to wait.

At half past seven p.m. the friends were standing at the gate of the mansion, looking forward to a pleasant conversation with a good dinner. The door of the house opened, and the owner appeared on the threshold, who hurried to meet them with a big smile.

– Good evening, – Andrew greeted his guests.

– Good evening, – Matthew shakes his friend's hand. – Let me introduce you to the professor of archeology, my old acquaintance and now companion, Miss Linda Chizhevskaya.

– Pleased to meet you, – the girl smiled amiably.

– I did not think that the title of professor is awarded immediately after graduation! – Elegantly joked Andrew. – Besides, I had no idea that archaeology and beauty could somehow be combined in one person.

Linda smiled embarrassedly, and her cheeks flushed.

– Thanks for the compliment, but I was promoted to professor exactly nine years after I graduated from grad school. I'm only three years younger than Matthew.

– It's amazing! – Andrew exclaimed. – I never would have told you that. You look amazing. And, by the way, to get a professor in such a short time is very rare. Or am I wrong?

– It can be faster. It all depends on the results, well, it takes luck. But if you set a goal and follow it, you will achieve what you want. Nothing in the world is impossible.

– Forgive me, please come into the house, otherwise I keep you on the threshold. But I think it's forgivable – any man would be confused here.

– Don't worry about it, – Matthew answered, helping Linda to take off her jacket. – The cozy, homey atmosphere was inviting. Besides, it smells pretty good.

– Yes, I ordered an excellent pizza. It just arrived. I used to help a buddy of mine open a pizza place, so I get the tastiest, freshest pizza I've ever had. Have a seat on the couch by the fireplace.

– What I love in private homes are fireplaces, – shared his dream Matthew, looking at the fire. – You know about my passion.

– Why don't you do it in your apartment? – Linda asked. – I heard there are bio-fireplaces now and you don't need a cooker hood.

– There are bio and electric fireplaces, – agreed Matthew. – But there's no substitute for a real fire. When the wood crackles in the fireplace, I feel a strange and incomparable feeling of peace.

– Yes, yes, I know your passion for fire, that's why I lit it before you came, – Andrew nodded, distributing pizza to his guests. – How's the packing going?

– My gear is ready, – Matthew answered, – I'll have the tickets in hand soon. Linda was taking care of the paperwork for the transport of the equipment. So far everything is going swimmingly.

– Things always go smoothly when you are dealing with you, – she smiled.

– The main thing is to have a clear and unwavering intention, – said Matthew, his voice becoming theatrical. – Isn't that what you told me?

She nodded.

– Yes, I did. By the way, a number of world-renowned scientists are working on that question. Not all the results are made public, but even the few that are made public are enough to take it as truth.

– You talk very interestingly, – joined the conversation Andrew. – I'll be sure to experiment. But let's discuss our expedition a little, though. Bring me up to date, because I shall have to meet Mr. Lambert and give indirect reports.

– No problem, – Matthew answered, enjoying a hot pizza. – Everything turned out just great with the tickets, though we had to pay a little too much, but given our capabilities, or rather the capabilities of our client, we can afford it. So, tomorrow we leave for Portugal at noon. We only take Linda's equipment with us. We will spend the night in Portugal and the day after tomorrow we will take the liner to Brazil. Of course, this is not the most convenient route, it would be easier and faster to sail to Venezuela, but there are reasons for this. First, Venezuela does not border Peru, and the final destination, as we know, is located there. Going through Brazil, we would only have to cross one border, which is much more convenient. Second, there is a group of specialists in Brazil, including a good friend of mine. It would be foolish not to visit him and ask him about the intricacies of living with the natives, since the main emphasis will be on getting to know and communicate with them. All the basic equipment will be on a cargo flight and will be waiting for us in Peru. Now ready to answer questions.

– After such an exhaustive report, there can hardly be any questions, – assessed the depth of the plan Andrew. – In any case, everything is clear to me, and to you Linda.

– As for the trip, – Linda went on, – the itinerary looks more like a walk than a business trip. Though, I must confess, I've been dreaming of traveling by ship for a long time.

– You're absolutely right, – Matthew agreed. – But the fact is that I recently finished serious work and planned to have a little rest, and this order has made adjustments to my plans. First of all, it's interesting from the financial point of view, and secondly, it's of personal interest to me. It is not even a job, but more of a hobby. Now we are counting the time. We would not fly straight to Peru because of the need to visit the expedition team in Brazil. Direct flights to Brazil take a very long time, which means we would have to fly from Portugal. Including the overnight stay, that's two days. We would also spend about two days in Brazil. Moving to Peru takes three days. That makes seven. Now let's take our itinerary. It is the same, only instead of flying to Brazil, we will sail. That will extend our trip by five days. That makes a total of twelve. Compared to the total duration of the trip, that's nothing. Besides, on the way I will be able to expand my knowledge of the local dialects and get some rest, which, by the way, is very useful before a difficult case. These are all my considerations.

– Your judgment is as good as ever, – declared Linda solemnly. – And, as I said, I like this route.

It made no sense to speak loudly, for there was an extraordinary silence in the house, and only the sound of crackling firewood filling the air.

– Thank you, Matthew, – said Andrew, getting up from the sofa. – Now everything is clear. I suggest we celebrate our forthcoming trip with a glass of champagne.

– You know I don't drink alcohol, – Matthew reminded. – But as every ceremony has its own meaning, I wouldn't refuse a glass of juice. I wonder what the glasses are for?

– Frankly, I haven't given it much thought, – she answered. – But if you think about what happens, it brings to mind the clinking. The clinking of glasses. In every culture there is the ringing of either some object, or the same bell ringing in temples. It is a sound that has a very strong beneficial effect.

– Maybe you're right, – Matthew agreed. – It would be interesting to study the information about the influence of sound on our environment. I will do that when I return home.

– Juice it is, – Andrew brought the tray with the decanter. – What about you, Linda?

– I'll support Matthew, – she answered.

– Then you leave me no choice, – Andrew gave up, pouring the cool drink into the glasses. – Let's complement the crackling of the wood in the fireplace with the clinking of our glasses, and may it bring your expedition success and good luck.