“You know what, I’ll save us,” Lina was stumbling as she approached the cliff. For some reason, he reminded her so much of the one from which her journey with Skim began. A bad chill ran down your back, “Well, or at least I’ll save you!” “What are you doing?” “I’ve always wanted to test a theory...” he began in a completely changed tone. “A theory?” — Lina turned around, looking at Skim. She tried to brace herself with her feet and wriggle out, but Volgin’s strong hand did not allow her to budge. “Yes, and it seems that I had such a chance!” — the old revolutionary’s eyes sparkled with a strange, unhealthy gleam. He began to breathe quickly and licked his lips. “What is your theory?” “Lina couldn’t understand what was happening, and Skeem and Volgin were behaving more than strangely. This was starting to irritate her. The alien narrowed his eyes: “If he,” Volgin waved his hand towards Skim, “doesn’t fall dead now, then I can return home!” — Volgin grabbed her by the elbows, sharply turned her around, and with force threw her down the cliff.