Fedor comes to his senses in the cell. A bed, a washbasin screwed to the floor with lukewarm water, under which the toilet is hidden, not a single even the smallest window. On the bed is a skinny mattress, a pillow and a prickly blanket. A thick iron door, somehow similar to a bulkhead. However, Fedor understands why. Apparently, he is on the Atlantis. He is wearing gray pajama pants. His hands are shackled by strong plastic handcuffs, but Fedor does not detect any damage on his body. So, for some reason, his former colleague still needs him. "Or Svanteson," he thinks, and cold sweat breaks through Fedor's thought.

Ephraim comes when Fedor is already tired of waiting. He sits on the edge of the washbasin, stares for a long time, is silent, smokes a pipe, looks carefully, and Fedor wants to hide from this look. About twenty minutes later, without saying anything, Ephraim rises and is about to leave.

"Ephraim," Fedor says through force, looking exactly in front of him.

- What?

- In my basement, the DNA base of rare animals has been collected. After all, now we have any rare animal, "Fedor says quietly," you can clone and breed them. "

- We will have to strengthen them with implants, otherwise they will not survive. It will not be right.

- It will be life. At least some. Now she is not at all.

Fedor looks at his fingers, and his head is empty. Ephraim may not listen.

- And the key? - nevertheless clarifies Longstocking.

- I had a flash drive with a key to the storage, you confiscated it. I'm not Swanteson, my security systems are pretty primitive. Yes, and I never saw the point of hiding the fact that no one but me is not interested.

- Nobody? "Ephraim looks astounded." - Yes, Atlantis saved more species in five years than you have in your entire life. I have all sorts of fish here, people are different, even several seals, breed, though with terrible force, they have to be sterilized. And you - not, you've done well, of course, redid the daws, hell knows from the cat that he did, and how many people he destroyed - there's not enough to count any forces. So we have big plans for you. I would even say - grandiose. Thanks for the info. I'll tell Swanteson, let him drag everything of value here and into his city. He and I have big plans for this world and its renewal and restoration.

"You know, but this your Swanteson was fucking your daughter," Fedor already understands that he cannot wait for an easy death, and therefore he is just trying to get his former colleague out of himself. Because the "grandiose plans" promised by Efraim are unlikely to suit him at least in some way. - Jackdaws once saw how they lit.

"Yes, and don't give a shit," Ephraim grins wryly. - But the fact that you have turned into a voyeur is not good, Fedenka. We will re-educate.

- I'm a bit old for re-education, the thirties already. And I don't want to, everything, you know, was fine with me before you broke into my house.

"In education, the question is not determined by the number of years, but by the number of rods," Ephraim moralizingly concludes, and Fedor suddenly realizes that this is putting him out of balance. And very diligently and with excellent results. To know why. - So, Fedyonka, you will work on restoring the Earth under our control. And we will find your wife's business.

"Don't," Fedor hiss. He couldn't imagine such a thing in his nightmares: to work with Swanteson on a common project.

"It is necessary, Fedya, it is necessary," Ephraim grins and leaves the cell, leaving Fedor alone. It seems that he will still have to participate in the restoration of the Earth. "Not the worst fate," Fedya thinks doomly, closing his eyes.