- Elina! Gods! Elina! – a man’s voice, concerned. I know that I’m not Elina, but I don’t have the strength to open my eyes, I don’t have the desire to explain to him now that I’m not Elina. Maybe if I just lie there and be silent, he will leave me alone? - Splash of water. It seems to have swam closer. Oh, damn it! He picked it up and carried it to land. I’ll have to open my eyes and show signs of life, otherwise he’ll get the hang of it – he’ll decide to give me artificial respiration. Opened... oh... gods! No! For what? My father’s favorite, Ganymede, looked at me with pain and, at the same time, horror! I had no doubt that this was Ganymede. Athena believed that you need to know your enemies by sight and I have a photographic memory. There is no mistake, not with my “happiness.”