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For the first time in the past few years, Olga spent the whole evening alone, without Vladimir. And she was surprised, how the feeling of lost and emptiness gradually engulfed her all.

Vladimir and Olga became close during this time almost at the level of basic instincts. They did not leave each other out of sight, looked around, called up, constantly checked each other's presence in the safe proximity.

Actually, there was nothing strange in the fact, that this evening Vladimir and Lyudmila, as brother and sister, would love to have dinner together, especially after years of separation.

Over the last few years, Olga did not develop much of romantic feelings for Vladimir, but they were firmly connected by an incomprehensible interdependence. Vladimir felt the same and tried not to leave Olga alone for a long time. They were like comrades in misfortune and both did not fully understand the nature of their relationship.

When Vladimir proposed to Olga and Olga almost automatically agreed, they both accepted this as a logical continuation of their relationship. Maybe the fact that they both spent all these years in foreign lands rallied them as well. However, that was not all, and Olga could not fully understand, what was holding them together.

Here in England, especially this evening, Olga seemed to see both herself and her fiancé from a side.

Olga was on the top floor of a house in Eaton Square, Vladimir's level. She immediately fell in love with the sunny room next to their bedroom. It was a special room, like a mini-library, small and cozy, with comfortable seating cushions on the wide sills of tall arched windows overlooking the park.

At first Olga settled comfortably on the windowsill with a book and a blanket, but she couldn't concentrate on reading.

Then Olga admired the wonderful autumn view outside the window for a long time. After a while she turned on the TV. The remote control was found nearby, on a high stand by heavy window curtains of deep burgundy color.

The TV came to life, and the gray-haired gentleman, who looked like a scientist, began to talk about the aliens. The gentleman turned out to be a former military man who spent all his free time in his retirement years in search of the truth about the source of all the strange events in England. All of his explanations were ending up with aliens, and with amusing enthusiasm.

Olga smiled - what darlings these Britons were! She was listening so as not to be bored alone. The longer this former army intelligence officer and the current ufologist spoke, the more he reminded Olga of someone. Someone close, who was always reducing everything to the topic of aliens.

The gray-haired ufologist was telling quite engageable, how long ago, in one of the forests of England, not far from a military base, two military men saw a strange glow in the forest. When they went in the direction of the glow, they stumbled upon a small clearing on a real flying saucer, rather small, three meters in diameter at most. On the side of the saucer were inscriptions in strange letters, which one of the militaries sketched down in his notebook. The flying saucer was still warm.

Then the UFO took off and suddenly disappeared into the sky. Almost immediately, one of the militaries wrote down in his notebook a long, several pages message, consisting of ones and zeros! This was at a time when even the military did not hear about computers and programming! Only many years later, already in our time, programmers deciphered the message as a greeting and warning to people from aliens!