It seems that she was unconscious for a short time. When I woke up, I felt myself being carried in my arms, my father's cheek with the hairs of stubble clearly visible loomed before my eyes, my father was filled with fear and despair. He was coming up the stairs to my room, and I could hear my mother's sobbing voice and Ray's alarmed voice coming from the kitchen. "He's probably calling an ambulance," a thought stirred sluggishly in my head. There was a terrible weakness all over his body, there was no pain, but even breathing in required some effort. My father turned his face to me, and there were tears in his eyes.

"Daddy, don't cry," she whispered. "I'm fine."

Dad pressed his lips to my cheek,

"Thank you, honey.", He carried me into the room and laid me on the bed, and Gina and Nain immediately appeared next to me. They're both crying.

"We were so scared for you! You fell down and you're lying like dead, Uncle Misha is shaking you, but you don't care," Gina said, sobbing.

"And she was glowing all over, just like Vasya in biotics training!" This is Nino.

"And she dispersed the clouds!" Gina again. "You're a biotic too, I guess, but I've never heard of them being able to disperse clouds!"

"Be quiet, you babblers!" My father hissed at my friends. "Just sit here quietly for a while, okay?"

"Yes, Uncle Mish," they answered in unison. My father nodded and looked at me with sad, reddened eyes.

"You scared us so much, my daughter."

"I'm sorry, Daddy, I didn't mean to!" I whispered back. He smiled sadly.

"Of course I didn't want to! You saved me, I would have broken down if it hadn't been for you, or even at all...."

The door opened, my mother ran in, saw me on the bed, met my eyes, came over and somehow folded herself, burying herself in my legs. Her shoulders shook, and she burst into tears. I could hear the words through the crying.

"Also this! As if it's not enough for you... it's not enough for someone out there... Oh my God, oh my God! My daughter, my little daughter..."

I touched my mother's head with my hand, which weighed like a couple of pounds, and whispered:

"Don't cry, Mommy, please, everything will be fine!"

Next to her, hugging each other, her friends were crying in six eyes. Well, that's what it's all about for them! It's like some kind of ass, the further you go, the darker it gets!.. I felt sleepy, and I blacked out.

In my sleep, I heard a quiet conversation between Ray and mom: our blue doctor was explaining to mom that nothing irreparable had happened to me.

"Severe nervous overload, Dayan. I'm actually surprised that at that age it all showed up! But, surprisingly, everything worked out! She'll be fully recovered in four days."

"But, Ray, she's a biotic, she's about to get an implant! And they're so imperfect, they have side effects all the time."

"Why does she need an implant?"

"What for? They put them on all biotics!"

"Not at all! Implants are needed to improve memory and concentration, so that the biotic can better control his strength. But Zhenya doesn't need either for nothing, she has her own best."

"But that's right. But what about next?"

"And what's next? He will go to secondary school, study with our girls, and by the age of 17-18 he will become one of the strongest biotics of people."

"Really! How she clouds something!.. I still can't believe it, what kind of force did she create?!"

"I've only read about it, only Ardat Yakshas were capable of impulses of such power."

"What a horror! Is she by any chance?.."

"Calm down, Dayan! She's a human being! There are no Ardat yakshas among people."

"That's how it is! But still, it's kind of scary...."

"Calm down, my friend, let's go have some tea rather than sit here!"

"Peace is her best medicine right now."

"But..."

"No buts! Remember, she's an empath!"

"Oh, that's right! Let's go."

Mom came up to me and kissed me on the forehead. She whispered:

"Sleep my little one, get well soon."

I woke up suddenly, and my body felt increasingly uncomfortable. I looked up at the bedside table — it was 5:00 on the small alarm clock. Wow! I did it well, for as long as twelve hours in a row! However, the discomfort was getting worse. I pushed back the blanket, hmm, my hands seem to be working. She noticed that I wasn't wearing anything, so she sat down. My head started spinning, black dots flashed in my eyes, and I fell back down. The discomfort got worse, and I started to panic. Then I noticed a chair standing by the window. It's strange, I don't have chairs in my room.... They brought it, apparently, but why? Then I realized that someone was sleeping in the chair. In the uncertain light of the morning twilight, I saw blonde hair. Only my father and Deniska have them. But the Daddy, with all its desire, will not be able to sleep in the chair, and the sleeper got into it with his legs.

"Disya!" I called softly. "Disya, wake up!"

"Eh? What? Who's there?" My brother jumped up. "Little fox, is that you?"

"No, it's an old Vorka shaman! Disha, help me! Hurry up, I can't take it anymore! Disya!"

"Yes, yes, I'm coming."

My brother came up to the bed, saw me, and, most importantly, my "suit", stopped, as if he had run into a wall, turned away, his ears and neck darkened, his emotions were filled with embarrassment and for some reason shame.

"Disha, what are you doing? Is this the first time you've seen me like this?"

"Eugene! I'm going to get our mom now!"

"Stop, you idiot! She probably stayed up half the night, and you're going to wake her up! Don't you dare, go ahead and carry it yourself. Moreover, while you're running, I'll flood the bed! Well, hurry up!"

My brother, red as a boiled mud crab, and with great embarrassment in his feelings, quietly picked me up and carried me to my private bathroom. He brought me in, sat me down, and I immediately began to fall over, my brother immediately stopped being embarrassed, anxiety and fear flared up in my feelings, knelt in front of me, took me by the shoulders and straightened my roll.

"Is that okay, Little Fox? Just don't fall down, okay?"

"Here you go," I whispered.

I did my job and told my brother to take it back. He took it. He laid me down and covered me with a blanket, no longer embarrassed at all. He sat on the edge of the bed and began running his fingers through my hair.

"How are you, Little Fox? We were all so scared for you! Ham, as soon as he heard, he even fell off his bike, he was in such a hurry to get to you."

I smiled,

"Daddy is Ham."

"Heh, heh, heh! That's right, Little Fox," my brother laughed. "I'll tell everyone tomorrow!"

"Don't, Dishia. After all, Vaska will torture him. And Nino and Gina won't stay away!"

"Whatever you say, sis."

My brother leaned over and kissed me on the temple:

"Go back to sleep! Ray says sleep is your first medicine. I'll sit in the chair and look after you."

The door banged.

"Oh, the head nanny has come!" My brother said with a smile.

A red muzzle floated into view, and a long tail loomed in the background.

"Mr-ru?"

and anxiety in the feelings, they say, "how are you, you wayward human cub?".

"Mrrr?!"

"Come here, my cat!" I slap the bed with my palm. The cat jumps on the bed and immediately lies down next to it. I hug him, bury my face in his soft fur, and, with a loud rumble, I fall asleep again.

The second time, I was woken up by the sun peeking through the window. A Bars is sleeping next to him, stretched out at full length, with a bright head visible in the armchair. He'll look after it, of course! He sleeps like a groundhog. It's 10:30 on the clock. The door hisses, I feel someone crawling on the bed, I turn my head and meet the gaze of attentive gray eyes. A moment passes, and I'm doused with intense joy!

"Hello, Vanya!" I whisper.

"Eugene!" and children's arms wrap around my neck. "Are you awake yet?" Junior whispers. "I made you some tea and made you some sandwiches. By myself!"

I slowly sit up in bed, my head is spinning, but it's bearable.

"Vanya, help me get dressed."

My brother rushes to my locker and pulls out a pair of swimming trunks and a light sundress. I'm getting dressed somehow with the help of my younger brother. I hug my brother, and we slowly go downstairs to drink tea. Deniska never woke up, the eldest was dying.

We are sitting in the kitchen with Vanka, drinking tea. His sandwiches are mighty chunks of bread with mountains of piled ingredients. It is clear that the younger one tried, even if not very skillfully, but with all his heart! I feel that tea and sandwiches give me strength. My head is not spinning at all, my mood is climbing up. Vanka, seeing my smile and contented look, just blossoms.

"Did you like it, Eugene?!"

"Yes, Vanechka, you're just great!"

My brother was already blooming, a blush flushed on his cheeks.

"I tried so hard! Did you really, really like it?" No, well, what a charm my youngest is, because he's only five years old, and there's enough care for everyone!

"I really liked it, Vanya!"

My brother's vivid feelings blow out the remnants of my melancholy, we sit and silently smile at each other. The door hisses, and the kitchen is flooded with surprise, which is very quickly replaced by a feeling of intense relief. I turn my head and see my mom. She's leaning on the doorjamb with her right hand, her left hand is pressed to her chest, and there are tears in her eyes again.

"Mommy, I made breakfast!" Vanka shouts. "And I fed Zhenya!"

"Hi, Mom," I say softly.

She doesn't say anything, just comes up to me, squats down and hugs me, I snuggle up to her. We are silent, words are superfluous, everything is already clear. Vanka ran up to us, hugged both of us and said softly:

"You're the best, my mom and my Zhenya!"

We look at him, and his gray eyes are serious. Suddenly he smiles, and from his smile the whole burden of worries falls off mom like a husk. She laughs and kisses her brother.

"You are our darling, Vanya! What would we do without you!"

"We were hungry!"

Loud laughter fills the kitchen, Mom laughs, I laugh, Vanka laughs loudly. Along with laughter, the fear and tension of the last 24 hours go away.

My father comes into the kitchen, and I can feel his joy at the sight of my laughing face. He comes up to me, picks me up and hugs me tightly, I hug his neck and forcefully press against his unshaven cheek. I whisper:

"I was so scared for you! How did you do that?! You're an engineer, you said so yourself!"

"Oh, don't tell me, sweetheart! And there's a hole in an old woman, as they say! I owe you my life now, daughter!"

"You don't owe me anything, Daddy!"

"Why is that?"

"Because! Because you're my daddy, and that's enough!"

The sun is shining brightly outside, flooding the world with warmth. I feel like I want to go out in the sun, sit in an armchair and bask. I tell my father about it. He takes me out into the courtyard, sits me down in a chair. I'm sitting and basking in the greenish rays of our star. There is peace all around, our tree is quietly rustling its leaves, whistles are squeaking in the branches. Insects are flying with a loud buzz. There is a clanging sound from the neighboring plot, it's Uncle Coel who pulled out the lawn mower and was about to take care of the lawn. He saw me, his eyes flew open, and his emotions were one of surprise, joy, and relief.

"Eugene! I see you're feeling better."

"Yes, Uncle Kol! Here, I'm basking in the sun. Call Gina, please."

He goes to the door of the house, opens it and shouts inside:

"Gina! Ginaa! Come here, Eugene is in the yard."

Gina flies out of the house like a disheveled sparrow, peering at me, joy in her emotions. He runs up to the chair and throws his arms around my neck.

"Eugene! Eugene-e! I was so worried, I didn't sleep half the night, I kept thinking about you! Are you okay?!"

"Well, almost! If you don't get off me, I'll fall, and it's still hard for me to get up."

Gina recoiled and blushed deeply.

"I'm sorry, Zhenya! I was very happy about it! You sit for a while, and I'll get some berry juice. Won't you have some juice?"

"Of course I will! Bring it on!" I say with a smile.

"I'll be right there, I'll be quick!" my friend rammed the raid and disappeared into the house.

Coel strapped a plastic grass tank to the lawn mower, checked the battery charge, flipped the switch, and the lawn mower rattled its knives softly. Slowly pushing her in front of him, whistling and dancing, he walked across the lawn in front of the house. Walking along the decorative fence separating our plots, he stopped, turned off the mower and asked me.

"What do you think, Eugene? Will I be able to make... what's his name... an English lawn?"

"Uncle Kol, but according to the British, any lawn becomes "English" if it has been regularly mowed for two hundred years. The British themselves say so."

"Hmm... we Batarians have been living for quite a long time, so I have every chance to verify this statement!"

I tilted my head to my right shoulder and nodded slightly. Uncle Coel smiled, returned my bow, turned on the mower and, whistling, continued his interrupted occupation.

Gina slowly came out of the Natol's house, carrying a round tray on which stood a pot-bellied decanter with a blood-red liquid and two tall thick-walled glass glasses. My friend slowly walked towards me. It seems to be a heavy tray. Gina carefully looked at her feet and often stopped. Deniska appeared on my doorstep, stretched himself sweetly until he crunched, looked around, saw me and smiled. What a beautiful smile my brother has, beaming, Gagarin! My brother looked at Gina hobbling along, chuckled, shook his head, went over to her and took the tray away.

"Tell me, little one, why are you carrying such a heavy load? Just a little more, and she would have fallen or dropped the tray."

"This is a juice for Eugene! I said I'd bring it, and I was carrying it, but for some reason it turned out to be so heavy. Ugh."

"Well done, Ginny! You are a true friend!" My brother said loudly.

He put the tray on the grass, poured the juice into glasses and handed it to us, drank the rest himself, straight from the decanter. I sat and savored the berry juice. Sweet and sour, reminding me of a mixture of raspberry and redcurrant, slightly astringent, leaving a pleasant light aftertaste. It is made from "ground berries", large berries that grow in the foothills, on creeping bushes that seem to spread out on the ground. It is collected every year with the help of collection robots. Juice is made from most of it, and wine is made from the rest. As our blue doc says, "This is not juice, but a straight vitamin and micronutrient cocktail." The local Azari called it "The Gift of the Goddess."