The fog, rising from the lowlands, slowly swallowed up the car with Ivan sleeping in it. - Master-i-i-i-i-i-n, master-i-i-i-n!!! — suddenly a terrible, muffled scream was heard, it was unclear from where. Ivan was thrown up in the driver's seat, the dream instantly disappeared, he was in a state of shock. Involuntarily, he tried to jump to his feet, but forgetting that he was in a car, he hit his head on the ceiling, and while falling down, he also hit his forehead on the steering wheel, and, almost unconscious, fell again on the back of the chair. - Masters-i-i-n!!! - it was heard again. Ivan jerked the door open and, rolling out of the car, jumped to his feet, looking around wildly. There was a white veil of fog all around. He quickly walked around the car, looked under the bottom, under the hood, and into the trunk. I looked around again - no one. - Masters! - the voice did not stop, it did not sound from the outside, it sounded in my head, like a car speaker. “Oh my God, what is this, what is this!? — Ivan whispered in despair, “am I really going crazy!?”