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The sharply defined exit, against the background of the whitish fog, looked like a frame hanging on the milky-white wall from which the painting had been taken out. The pilot was the first to step into the fog, then the female pilot. Elena hesitated.

– Be bolder, bolder, don’t be afraid. – she heard the encouraging voice of MB-20, which still stood in the niche of the wall. And she stepped into the white mist. behind the white shroud of the entrance there were steps leading down to the green dewy grass. Startled, the astronaut ran down the steps and found herself on the green grass. Before the amazed gaze, the village of Jurmala, familiar from childhood, opened. Here she lived with her parents until the age of six, until the seed moved to Riga. Somewhere the sound of the sea was heard, and in front, near a pine grove, was their house. Elena forgot everything in the world from surging feelings. She ran forward. Her legs, it seemed, carried her to childhood, at that distant time. Outside the house, in a light haze of fog, she saw the figure of a man in a black pea jacket. He pounded a board to the wooden wall of the house, working with a hammer in concentration. And something in him was painfully familiar and dear. My heart suddenly fluttered, a hunted lark fluttered in the cage: – Father! Elena screamed. She rushed forward. The man turned around at the cry, raised his shaggy wheat eyebrows in surprise and looked coldly with chilling indifference at the approaching daughter. Elena stopped rooted to the spot a meter from him.

– Father! already quietly, almost in a whisper, she said. The man raised his eyebrows to the top again, then indifferently looked at the figure of his daughter:

– Hello. – he finally said, – I don’t understand what you want? – the cold alien tone in her father’s voice cooled Elena’s surging feelings. Tears of their own accord ran down the poor woman’s cheeks, she mechanically reached for a handkerchief in her overalls pocket and only now discovered that she was wearing a round transparent helmet, ideally fitted to a tight-fitting silver body, an extraterrestrial spacesuit.

– Oh, father! – burst out again through her almost sobbing. Somewhere far away, images from distant childhood began to awaken in consciousness. Everything down to the smallest detail, so familiar in this courtyard. Everything. And this flower garden, and the path to the house. It was beyond her strength. She took a deep breath, coming to her senses and suddenly, like lightning, a thought struck:

– «So after all… HE …", – I didn’t want to think about it, but annoying thoughts drilled my brain, – «dead, dead, dead…» – she was 12 years old then, when her father did not return from the sea. Mom said then that their ship sank and all the fishermen were killed. But how is it, why does not he know her? Elena insistently repeated:

– I’m a father, Lenochka, your daughter! – she said in Latvian. But the father already looked irritatedly with cold blue eyes and said:

– I don’t know who Lena is, especially her daughter! – he turned away and went to the stack of boards for a new one. I began to look for a suitable board there. The daughter blushed. helplessly threw up her hands, turned around, looking for help. The pilot of the UFO module was already hurrying to her: – Let’s get to know each other better. – trying to distract the woman, he began:

– My name is Yeet. But my companion…

– Eola. – stretching out her hand, according to earthly custom, the UFO pilot introduced herself.

– Eola, almost namesake. – Recovering a little, Elena answered, shaking her hand.

– This is the planet of the dead. The energy counterparts of every deceased live here

on the ground. As if they continue to exist here.

– Well, why doesn’t he remember? – Elena exclaimed impatiently stamping her foot like a capricious girl.

«You see,» interposed Eola, «the universe is in perfect equilibrium,

based on this … – she did not finish. My father was already returning with a board on his shoulder. The UFOs rushed to take Elena to the module. Sitting there, in a comfortable chair, she was surprised to find that she was wearing her onboard spacesuit, only without a helmet.

– Are you wondering how we do it? – Yeet said, – Very simple. But this is not subject to disclosure, so we will not tell you Elena in some secrets.

– But why? – the astronaut tried to argue, – We, what, in your opinion, are not in

able to perceive information? – She curiously looked from Eet to Aeola in turn. The faces of the UFOs were impassive. But MB-20 was very talkative.

– Oh, you Elena have no idea what it means to be a robot. At all

there are no feelings, but only emotions. Oh, this is wonderful! I would never agree to become like this a humanoid.

– Do you know MB-twenty, what is love?

– Yes, of course, this will be earthly attachment. – Yeet and Eola exchanged meaningful glances. Elena thought that Yeet winked at her. Friendships have been established. MB-20 played his part in the crew as well as the social etiquette of the Coalition Observer Force demanded.