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This time Pustovalov had a peaceful dream. As he wanted, the darkness in the dream was dispelled, only water remained. He swam almost to the bottom of the reservoir. Past tall stems of umbrella-like plants, looking up at the air above. All around breathed serenity. He was out of danger, as if he were on the other side of the TV screen.

But the blackness pulled him out again. Someone was arguing in the dark.

- Stop whining! - Someone shouted at someone.

Ten hours in a dungeon without light - anyone will go crazy.

- I can't go!

Pustovalov recognized the voice, remaining half asleep. But she no longer clung to his shoulder. And her voice did not sound here. Because of the acoustics of this strange place, it was hard to tell where, but not here.

- There are no drafts here! There are no exits! Everything is sealed up!

- We all will die?!

- It's good to yell!

We are going in circles!

- Shut up!

Where is our leader, thought Pustovalov, again falling into the bottomless pit of sleep. The voic
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