"I see…

– That's what you think. Here we are, and you'll be there, though you might change your mind and go back to the riverbank, a can of coffee in your backpack pocket.

– what? Ruslan said and froze.

Strange thoughts were passing through his head, memories were confused, but his consciousness was becoming clearer, and the desire to find out the secret exceeded caution. As he walked forward, no one answered any of his questions. The voice stopped.

Ruslan walked forward, looking around, but didn't see anyone. He began to remember his life, and his whole life seemed to him like a silent movie, where the director put red pen marks by hand in the script.

He clearly realized that he was very interested in science, as one of the teachers suggested to them to create their own scientific production for obtaining autonomous energy. But Ruslana at this time was more interested in training, he studied at the university half-heartedly and, despite this, he did not have C's in his diploma. Getting a degree without a C in its Department of NuclearPhysics was comparable to getting a red diploma in an ordinary commercial institute. Only five students have received a red diploma during the entire existence of the institute, and this is more than in the 80 years of the university's history, which, however, began as a technical school, but it doesn't matter now.

After walking for some unknown distance, Ruslan saw a hunting lodge, which had a very dilapidated roof, if not to say, the roof was torn off. Next to the cabin, there were a small number of logs that had been cut down and laid out in a row.

The door was opened a little, and when approaching Ruslan, a bunch of midges flew out in his face. After waiting for a while, he decided to go inside. The couch, despite the chaos and cobwebs around, was relatively in order, most importantly, there was no dust or debris.

I sat down on the edgeof the cot, looked at my watch, lay down, and immediately fell asleep. Ruslan always had his watch with him, always. As soon as I entered the Faculty of Nuclear Physics. I woke up to some noise that permeated the forest. They showed that he had been asleep for about five minutes.

When I woke up, I decided to go back to the riverbank, remembering why he had come to the forest in the first place, for threeshoddy salaries for a taxi. Ruslan was good at counting money, for which his friends often called him a miser, but he just counted them, although he could spend a decent amount on the same friends in a cafe for the evening. But no one remembered such moments and such treats from him.

He came out of the cabin and saw a lot of other cabins around the cabin. On closer inspection, one could see that they were the same, or rather, not to notice the difference. Even the piles of logs were the same everywhere.

Ruslan gradually turned off his rationality of thinking, even when he met, or rather heard, the voice. But even this did not help him calm down from the excitement, he was afraid, but there was no one to say or share it, so he stopped worrying. No one here will feel sorry for him. Pity and fear lose their meaning in the absence of witnesses.

Timidly, he began to approach the first house that wascloser. Swaying a little in doubt, he went into the cabin and saw a man who was sleeping. At some point, he realized that he was wearing a jacket like his own. As he approached, he saw a man who looked remarkably like him, or rather, it was him.

Quickly bouncing back from the realization of what was happening, he very quickly ran to another cabin, it was the same, or rather, there was a man who looked like him sleeping there.