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Vegtam opened his eyes. He was looking at a clean, smooth white ceiling. Sunlight streamed into every corner of the small room he was in. He felt great, his mind was clear, but he could barely remember how he got here. The last thing the young man clearly remembered was the yacht. It was fun there, maybe even too fun. The wristwatch lying on the nightstand next to the bed indicated that more than a day had passed since then. Apparently, during that time, the yacht had reached its destination, and someone had brought Vegtam and his luggage to this room. His mind suggested he go and explore. After performing a few necessary actions, the young man left the room. A number 10 was attached to the door outside, the same as the cabin number on the yacht – therefore, this was his room. Walking down the corridor past doors with other numbers, Vegtam came to a spacious room with sofas, a home theater, and a large dining table. Other participants of the journey were gathered here. They discussed some important matters, which Vegtam didn't pay attention to, and then dispersed – some went to search the rooms, the others went to have fun. Vegtam, remembering that he hadn't eaten anything in a long time, decided to look for the kitchen to satisfy his hunger and, perhaps, find something interesting there.