Marina? Marina is no more.

Having bypassed the former restaurant building, she stopped at the service entrance, from where she left the Ogonyok for the last time. Above the door there is only a skewed hook without a lamp and a platform overgrown with burdock and plantain.

Whistling softly, Sergey approached and stood next to him. He pulled the locked door, checking for strength.

- The punks climb everywhere, you need to make sure that the fire is not kindled.

The wind blew and brought with it a sound like a groan. Olya shuddered, wrapping her arms around herself. The sound was repeated, and only then did the girl notice...