Rike walked from the meeting, nervously looking around. He could not get rid of the feeling that he was being followed, but he could not find a pursuer in the crowd that filled the pipe between the compartments. Having overcome two corridors sewn into metal, he jumped into the square and sharply leaned to the left, trying to hide. Not calculating his strength, he flew from all over the macha at the girl, whose unusually long, brown hair swept up, accompanying their joint fall to the floor...