The ocean came to life, breathing powerfully and hysterically. People with all their hearts felt tremors. A huge wave caught their shelter and threw it into the open ocean. It was a real miracle. The submarine was afloat again. The captain coped with the management of a giant boat, and Rimma decided to go around the cabins. And in one cabin she saw a sailor. He lived alone in the remote part of the ship, ate himself. He wanted to run from her. And then she realized that this man is not from their team. It was one of the pirates! But he pleased her. She smiled at him, took her hand and led her to the captain, who needed helpers.

      The captain spoke to the sailor in a strange language; there was no hostility between them. Therefore, Rimma went to the galley to cook food, portraying a diligent cook.

      Believe it or not, believe it or not, but the submarine stopped over the place from which the silver was raised. And the captain made a strange decision – to return the silver to its place! Thanks to the mechanical conveyor and all the mechanics and electronics. The captain pressed the buttons, and everything happened in the reverse order.

      People returned the silver to its former place, but they could not bring the team back to life. The submarine surfaced. They saw – the ship of pirates and on it the whole crew of the boat. It’s hard to believe, but they were all alive! And maybe there was no fight between them, and Rimma missed something while she was leaving the ship through the lower deck with the captain?

      Later, she learned that the pirates were not pirates, but soldiers of the country to which they moored. So silver just smiled at them.

      The captain became her friend, but they did not marry. Rimma had a feeling that if she became the wife of the captain, everything would work out like with silver and she would have to return him to the place for order.

      Now you can think about silver, which 200 tons at the bottom of the ocean sank 70 years ago. Rimma wore silver earrings twice on her ears, they are good until new ones, and then darker. You can imagine what silver looks like at the bottom of the ocean! In fact, she can not even imagine such deposits. Can a palace be made of silver, and if it gets dark? She already knows the price of marble, she sat next to him. She saw silver and two pennies. You can imagine a marble palace with silver chandeliers and wrought iron railings. Ware all silver.

      It remains to raise the silver from the bottom of the ocean. Diving to him is useless. You can swim in a submarine. From the compartment to release the dome, which tightly covers the precious metal. Why is it up? For the submarine. It must be rented for two pennies of silver. Such a thing Rimma thought up until silver was raised by those who found it. Where can I get an ocean map with a cross? This is a solvable question. If silver is found, then you need to find those who found it.

      From the media, Rimma knew who had found the treasure, she needed to be liked and the matter was in her hat. I had to register on their forum, put my photo, show activity, gain confidence. Place finds themselves and not hide. With laughter and for two pennies of silver, Rimma received a silver reference point in the ocean.

      The ocean is now far away, and the frost is near.

      Chapter 4

      The day was frosty. The sun was shining. The snow creaked under my feet. Rima went and did not feel the cold. Serfdom of personal dependence on Alex collapsed in an instant. She sighed freely from sheer independence. She poured all the beads of words in front of him. And he arrogant.

      Yes, elementary arrogant. She was sad for about five minutes, as if lost, then she realized that everything was normal. There was nothing to praise him. The laudatory friend Alex quickly deteriorated. Or maybe she wanted it?

      There is no need to talk about it now! She drove the station called “Alex”. And the frost quickly cooled her involuntary annoyance. What she didn’t want was to write and tell him the praises. She was exhausted in this regard, but she didn’t want to scold either. That was, that was, and there is nobody.

      At the end of a frosty day, Alex appeared. He was waiting for Rimma at the entrance door from the street. He walked through the creaking snow like a pendulum. He gazed with hope in his eyes at the people coming out of the beautiful building. He knew that he had a happy rival, and how he felt that he was no longer his rival.

      He loved Rimma through the mist of relationships.

      Alex deftly grabbed Rimma’s arm and led him along the old alley. Linden Alley saw a lot of couples in her lifetime, and this pair was familiar to her. They reached the old cinema and stopped. The snow-covered square was decorated with a magnificent likeness of spruce. The green cone shimmered with lights of garlands of all colors of the rainbow. People were not around. Lonely couple.

      Festive cone spruce. Evening frost. Cars shone with headlights along the roads. Alex touched Rimma’s hand. He looked into her eyes. But her eyes declined to meet. She stood next to him, but was clearly absent. She wriggled out of his hands. She didn’t want to tell him anything. She was afraid to speak, so as not to praise him, and went along the linden alley with gnarled branches of time. He went near her.

      A screen appeared in front of their eyes.

      The bluish screen with flying snowflakes was a little different from reality. Rimma involuntarily touched the screen with her glove. The screen swallowed her. Alex tried to enter the screen after Rimma, but the screen rejected it.

      Rimma rose on the screen above the festive square. Alex saw her disappearance, but could not do anything. He was powerless over incomprehensible power. Well, the flying saucer would have taken Rimma from him, but she was nobly carried to the cold sky by a screen with snowflakes.

      The screen hovered for a second over the cone of the holiday fir and disappeared into the dark sky. A single flying screen could hold one person, and he chose Rimma. And she, accustomed to flying on a computer screen, was not afraid of small flying objects. Now she was sitting in a narrow chair in a narrow cabin with transparent walls. The girl felt the utter unreality of the moment.

      Surprisingly, she was very comfortable. She saw below the lights of the city, flashing garlands of highways. Fear did not have time to appear. The surprise of the unreality of what was happening was replaced by the question: where is she? But this question also disappeared as soon as she touched the glove wall with her hand.

      No, Rimma did not fly out of the cab.

      Transparent walls with floating snowflakes did not swallow it again, it remained inside an incomprehensible aircraft. The flying screen landed on a forest clearing among wonderful fir trees and quite real ones.

      The girl felt cold and got up from the chair, which quickly moved away from her to the side along with the screen of the outer wall of the cabin.

      She was in the dark of the night in an old forest with huge firs. Giant tents fir surrounded her from all sides. From – under the tent of spruce – two dwarfs came out in bright caps. They simultaneously worshiped Rimma. She shuddered in surprise. The dwarves led her along a frosty path.

      A small palace with a large number of spiers on the roof appeared among the firs. The gates went in different directions when they appeared, and the company entered the courtyard of the frosty palace. Rimma noticed that the spiers on the house resemble inverted icicles. There was no one inside the house except them. A flat screen monitor hung on one wall. Rimma took the remote control, turned on the screen.

      A face with long, gray strands of hair appeared on the screen.

      – Rimma, I am Nikolai Nikitich, president of the Association of non-standard aircraft. How did you like the flight in the snow screen?

      – I liked your gray wig, – barely opening her lips, said Rimma.

      – Well. In this house you will stay until morning. The gnomes, or rather the Lilliputians