- It would be possible to get around, but it's longer, - the old man stopped at the top, and Olya, breathing heavily, stood next to him. Plato froze at Lavrik's feet for only a second, then trotted down. Olga looked around the vast territory of the quarry. With a stretch, but one could call the sprawling landscape a desert, if not for the green islands between the sand dunes. It probably used to be like that before.

Is that what you wanted to show me? Olya licked her dry lips.

- We need to go down, - the old man waved his hand a little to the right, -...