"Alex, what's wrong with you?"

Alex shakes his head. She feels terrible, as if she were again in that terrible hospital in Russia - the close attention of some, the indifference of others, and you sit and wait for the doctor to finally return. Nightmare memory.

- I'm scared.

Reality is no worse. She's at Clayton's London mansion. Alex can't stay in the room. She is not comfortable in the library. She and Anna had just left the huge ballroom, in which she felt little better than an exhibit at Madame Tussauds. On the surface, ordinary people barely spoke to her. Clayton did everything for her. It was right. Immortals...