Night fell soon after but Maxim could not sleep. The fresh air of the primordial woods brought memories of his carefree childhood and old friends, whom he missed dearly now . . .

Where should we move it all ?

That broken dome in the outskirts will be just right.

All clear, it seems.

Anybody here?

Hands up! Now!

Maxim, it's me! . . . The archaeologist Zvyagintsev!

But of course! You were a friend of my father's! I recognised you immediately!

Boof!