Travel to the Soviet Union. A mystical novel. Svetlana Mirrai

janitor examined our company with her hard, scanning gaze from under her wide glasses and said:

      – Well, Sinitsyn, come in, but only if there is at least one complaint from the neighbors, then there will be no trust in you anymore.

      – We will be quiet, I promise Aunt Lyubochka, – Maxim added and waved his hand, we should follow him.

      We climbed the stairs to the second floor, and walked down a long, gray corridor.

      – Come in, – Maxim said hospitably, and stood in front of the door of his room.

      Nadenka

      There were four iron-backed beds in the room, and a small table with two chairs. Posters with movie and pop stars hung on the walls. Everything around me looked like I was looking at the childhood photos of my older brother Artem.

      Maxim pulled the table up to the bed so that there was enough room for everyone and began to seat the guests.

      – Well, friends, I want to start our evening with a song, – said a young man from our company, his name was Anton, he sat down next to me and picked up a guitar. Anton began deftly fingering the strings and sang a song by Viktor Tsoi. I have already heard it once in my time.

      When Anton finished the song, Maxim came up to us, and two young ladies were standing next to him.

      – Irina, if you don’t know anyone, – one of the girls said briskly and sat down opposite me.

      – And what is your name? I asked the girl who was standing, modestly lowering her eyes.

      – Hope,» her voice rang like a bell.

      – And my name is Artem. Sit down, next to me,» I said to the girl, realizing from every minute that I was losing my head from her innocent beauty.

      Her unforgettable eyes and hair did something incredible to me.

      – Do you live in this hostel? – she asked, sitting down next to me.

      – No, I came to Maxim. «And you?» – I asked, switching to you.

      – I also came to a classmate, Irina. I don’t live at home in a hostel. Soon I want to apply to the Acting Faculty, to GITIS,» Nadia said, and a spark of joy appeared in her eyes. Where do you study?

      – You want to be an actress, well, that’s great, – I said with admiration, – And I’m from the future.

      – From the future? she asked softly, peering into my eyes as if looking for confirmation in them.

      – It’s all hard to explain, but I know only one thing, I don’t want to deceive you, because every word I say about your time will not be true, – I lowered my eyes and whispered.

      «I understand the absurdity of this situation,» she replied in the same whisper, «but I believe you.

      – Do you believe? I was surprised.

      – Yes I do, tell me about your future, what is it? It’s probably nice there. All people are friendly with each other, beautiful cities, clean air, maybe people are no longer working, but robots are doing everything instead? Is it probably better there than here?

      – Everything is fine, – I said, – each person will have a personal smartphone, it will be a multifunctional device, there will also be Internet and computers.