- Are you alive there? Ignatov spoke up.

I turned around and grimaced.

- Convinced?

- Uh-huh, - Oleg was pleased. Even though he tried to hide it.

Ignatov took out a pen from his jacket pocket and put his sweeping signature in two copies. Then he handed over the documents to me.

I thought for just a moment. I knew there was no going back. Once more, I replayed Vicki's words in my head and signed.

Ignatov took one copy for himself. From another pocket he took out a card and an envelope, probably with a pin code. Not a jacket, but some kind of storage.

Before handing me...