The man stopped and put his hands in the air.
“I don’t understand you,” came the English speech, “I think you want me to do this.”
Tulu-Manchi asked the pilot to lower his weapon and said in English:
“Excuse us, are you a tourist?”
“Yes, I’m…” the man with the raised hands hesitated, “I’m an English tourist. I saw your helicopter falling and ran here.”
Dr Capri began to walk up the slope toward the sunlit figure behind him.
“My name is Dr Tulu-Manchi Capri,” the doctor said as he approached the young man.
“Hello,” the young man shook the doctor’s hand, “my name is David Conel.”
“Sorry about the gun,” the doctor said embarrassedly as he accompanied David to the helicopter. “We are doing scientific research here with the military. This is Yulia. And these,” he circled the group of military men, “are our escort.”
The doctor invited David to come up to Yulia, and went to the captain to explain that there is no threat and this is an ordinary tourist from England.
“Hello,” the young man said, filling the pause. “My name is David Conel.”
“Yulia Danilina,” Yulia answered, looking at the man incredulously.
“It can’t be possible that the helicopter broke down because of him,” she thought, looking at the puny long-haired guy with a tourist backpack behind his back, “and the signal is obviously not his doing.”
David looked confused and looked at the helicopter with childlike delight.
“It was a good landing, but obviously not planned,” David said, smiling.
“Certainly,” Yulia said with a little cheerfulness, “our electronics failed,” she blurted out in a simple voice.
“Oh!” David was surprised and looked at the helicopter.
Yulia couldn’t recognize the emotion David had just expressed and hesitated even more.
“Oh?” Yulia repeated, trying to keep the intonation and at the same time change it to a questioning one.
“Yesterday my phone went crazy and rang just like that, and when I picked it up, it made some kind of hissing and whistling sound,” David said, reasoning, and then pointed to his ear and the cloth in it.
Tulu-Manchi heard David’s last phrase and looked tensely at Yulia.
“David,” said the doctor, smiling, “will you please tell me again what happened to you and when? And more particularly.”