After I finally got my back off the ground, I started looking like a crazy person who woke up, but was still delirious. I was sitting on the sands of a golden pink shade, behind me was the sound of waves of the sea. Christina, with her usual grin on her face, looked at me, sitting two feet away.

Beside her stood a tall man, on whom I unwittingly delayed a surprised look, which was not very polite. And to be surprised was what. There was something "different" in it that was unfamiliar to anyone from planet Earth. «Different» was dressed in something shiny, like that ill-fated thing that began this strange story with the flight.

It was some kind of strange matter, remotely like silk tissue. It sparkles even with that kind of muffled light. How would she shine under the burning sun? That robe was to a stranger’s toes. His face is covered with something white like powder, his lips are covered with bright orange, his eyes with emerald eyeliner, his eyebrows were blue, his eggplant hair fell to the waist. His hair wasn’t human at all, it was too thick, a millimeter in diameter. He had a brighter makeup than Christina, and she seemed to fade.

He was different from Earth people, or I would have mistaken him for one of the singers, there are some on our planet. But the main difference was that he had large (larger than Christina’s) eyes like a doll, which is not the case with ordinary Earth man. Eyes like ice, a cold shade of blue.

– Enjoy the day and the daylight! – Suddenly the Wonder Man said. I got on my feet, and he was a little taller than me.

– What? – I don’t understand him.

Christina came to the rescue.

– «Enjoy the day» – it means in our «Good day», – she explained, – «Enjoy the morning» – «Good morning», «Enjoy the evening» – «Good evening» also «Enjoy the night».

– Yeah, I’m glad. And you already studied all that while I was unconscious,– I said.

– I was also greeted, so I started asking questions, – and Christina smiled at me like I was flirting with her.

– Also we on the planet Mertsella say «Smile Sunrise», «Smile Sun», «Smile Sunset» and «Smile Stars», – a man with purple hair spoke. We thank them for their daily escort.

– Meet, – Christina said, – this is Darbaron Bruno.

– Nice to meet you, Mark Makkfein.

– You’re probably both very hungry after your trip, – Darbaron spoke. – Come and have dinner at my house.

– Actually, I wasn’t planning on going to space. Where are we? – I said. – How did we get here?

– Have you forgotten? Don’t you remember? – Darbaron smiled mysteriously all of a sudden.

– Bruno promised to tell us everything, once again smiled Christina with her bright-lipped, like Bruno. And that comparison made me feel bad, like a delusional dream. Did I go crazy? We went after Bruno. How can Christina be so carefree? How can she smile in this situation? Well, we’re not dying, anyway. And we didn’t fall into the hands of a monster. We are invited to a meal by a kind man. Oh, if it wasn’t for his battle coloring, I might not be so nervous.

– To be honest, I also have a lot of questions to ask you – Bruno said, stepping ahead. – You have no idea how incredibly lucky you are. I’m no ordinary citizen. – Bruno proudly raised his chin too sharp. – I’m an employee of the Secret Agency. I can put in a good word for you. The Chief Officer of the Agency can help you.

– We’re from planet Earth, – I said, proudly, that I have nothing better to brag about, to be honest.

– I learned that a long time ago, having spoken to the charming Christina Polyakova, – he calmly answered.

– We, Earthlings, need only be called by a first name. Without a last name, Christina said. And even a shorter name. Call me Krista. And you, Mars, it concerns. No more «Polyakova-Polyakova».

– Then call me Darb.

Christina laughed.

– No, let’s call you Bruno!

The strange man’s face reflected a moment of embarrassment, but at the same moment he again took on a majestic look, throwing up his long chin.

– Let’s go to my house for breakfast, he said. – There we will talk more. Confusion and haste in such matters are extremely dangerous.

On my trembling legs, I followed this bright couple, looking around. We were walking past a building that I thought was strange.

The color and texture of the walls from afar resembled the snowbank, which shines in the sun, so beautiful only in the christening frosts, about which Pushkin himself also mentioned: «Frost and sun, the day is wonderful…». Only the «snowbank» sparkled a little differently, since the sun was not here, something else was shining.

The building was as impressive as a white giant, a white iceberg… There were lots of windows with colorful curtains that somehow were outside the building, not inside. The shape of the building resembled a snowball, with approximately three floors. It was impossible to say exactly because the windows were not arranged in rows, but randomly, like holes in cheese of different size. Round, oval, stretched horizontally, vertically, diagonally, some were in the shape of a month.