The crowd that had gathered in the lobby of the building was not encouraging. Arriving at almost eight, he was already in his fifties, the hum of many voices was unnerving, and the heat did not add much enthusiasm. Fanning himself with a folder with documents for admission, Danil stood in the thick of it, trying not to miss the queue. The reception has just begun, it will all drag on for a long time, but it would be better for him to stand in line and definitely not let anyone through than to sit somewhere on a chair and someone will take his place. Somewhere closer to the exit...