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I notified Ilya Sergeyevich in advance about the professors’ visit and asked him to also be present at the meeting. He looked at me somewhat strange but didn’t say anything aloud: he had evidently decided that the terminally-ill patient was just grasping at a straw and he should be allowed to continue since there was no sense in making him upset before his death.

The guests arrived almost simultaneously. In any case, my doctor let them enter my ward together. My mother had already been there. She quietly said “Hello” to the scientific luminaries and sat down on a small corner sofa. I introduced my new acquaintances to her and started our conversation.

“So, gentlemen, I know you are busy people, therefore I'll get right to the point. I’d like to show you a treatment for asteroid fever that I’ve come up with. I’d like for you to assess it and help further develop it in order to test on me.”

“So, you just came up with it out of thin air, Igor?” asked Professor Grishin.

“Not at all, Fyodor Nicolayevich, I was racking my brains thinking it over. You can’t imagine how stimulating it is for mental performance when the Grim Reaper stands behind you with his scythe.” I smiled, remembering that it was not the first terminal diagnosis in my life. “However, let’s get to the point.”