If only I knew in advance what a late Saturday call would turn out to be for me. I saw everything in search activities, but this was the first time I encountered such incredible events. At twenty-three hours and forty minutes the silence was broken by the minor melody of an incoming call. — Hello, Yaroslava Lanevskaya? - An excited female voice addressed me by name and surname. - Yes, I’m listening. - My name is Irina Perovskaya. I am now in the Pskov region. Our daughter Daria has disappeared. — Got it. It’s hard to hear you, Irina. “Unimportant... connection,” she answered. “Tell me when and where you last saw the girl.”