It was a card to be played, of course, even though Ruthra was betting on YatSan, but again he intuitively sensed her peculiar irresponsibility, which was itself unconsciously manifest. It was just that the girl, if she could be called that, had not yet found herself in situations where everything depended solely on her, on her thoughtful actions.
– Can we make it?
– Let's get serious.
Rutra was surprised to hear it from YatSan. She was clearly intrigued and interested in the proposal and the experiment.
– Listen carefully. This is very serious. First, do you accept the condition of secrecy?
– Accept," IuLia said, smiling, while glancing at YatSan, indicating a lack of understanding of the seriousness of the offer.
Ruthra, looking at the situation "from the outside", was able to realize: they were not yet a good idea of the danger if they broke their promises. He decided to explain everything again in a different environment and in a different place.
– Let's do it this way, if you're interested in what I've suggested – tomorrow we'll meet at that building, and then in the appropriate office I'll tell you everything in detail.
Rutra pointed them to a building not far from the café where everyone was sitting. It was the local FSB office.
– Just no questions, no doubts, no pomp and circumstance, no disclosure. Consider our agreement already made. The sum I offered you is not offered for a case that does not involve great responsibility and risk. I'll ask you to take that into account, too.
– That's what makes me doubt," Andrian retorted.
– Do you accept the treaty? – Ruthra asked sternly.
– I think so," Andrian answered first and as if for everyone, looking at his friends.
– I'll see you tomorrow, then. I'll meet you there.
Ruthra pointed at the building again. There was a look of disbelief on their faces. Ruthra got up from the table and said goodbye, making one last remark:
– But I tell you right away: if you don't believe me, if you are not serious, if you say one word, then immediately, even if I ask you to do so, refuse. This is an extremely important matter. I'm not joking. Honestly… I can read what is behind your smiles.
– No smiles. I really believe it, but it's unusual," Iulia justified herself.
– You'll understand tomorrow. Goodbye.