“Erik Makhov had difficulty opening his eyes. There was an incredible dryness in my mouth, burdened by a nasty taste of bird toilet, my head was noisy, and an unpleasant weakness spread throughout my body. This state came over him in the morning after a good drinking session with friends. For an infinitesimal fraction of a second, he even thought that everything that had happened to him was a vivid, terribly realistic, but still a nightmare, and he was now at home in his bed... on Earth..."