Everything, everything, calm down, everything is fine! a soft female voice was heard somewhere aside, and in the room where the lamps flew, a muffled light was lit. A young dark-haired woman of about twenty-five approached the net, on which Arkady was now lying motionless, desperate to get out on his own. She extended her hand to him, and he, squinting from the soft, but still too bright for his dark eyes of light, crawled to the edge of the net, stretched, as it turned out, about a meter above the floor.