They sat in a cocoon for the tenth day. At first, when they came to their senses, they could not understand where they were. It seemed to them that this was a continuation of a stash dream, a nightmare. Although - where does night come from? What a nightmare? It was Sunday, about twelve days, hot, sunny. They first sunbathed, swam in the river, then wandered into the grass of the meadow, which tickled her hips so nicely, caught butterflies ...

Now they had time to remember everything in the smallest detail. But nothing clear, threatening, even strange at all ... That seemed to Marina that it seemed that they had carried a huge wing across the grass. Well, maybe slightly, half a penny darkened - but it could have been a cloud? And Valentine, so he, fascinated by his hunt with a net, did not notice.

They woke up in a soft, as if even incorporeal space, bounded by inexpressive, slightly pulsating walls, from which something like twilight oozed sadly.

- Roller, we were swallowed! Swallowed! - hysterical half-whisper repeated everything and repeated Marina.

- Who is the whale fish? Meadow whales do not swim ...

Valentin, ankle-deep in something almost airy, felt the walls. They were forced, but did not break. They vibrated slightly, trembling, breathing. It was difficult to walk - like a giant hammock.

“It's like we're in a balloon,” he remarked thoughtfully. - And fly ...

- Well, what does it all mean? - Marina exclaimed.

- How should I know?

- Or do we sleep?

Valentine just chuckled. Then he raised his eyebrows slightly, then put a finger to his lips and pointed his eyes to Marina at the far wall.

In her, obviously, something spasmodically contracted, something emerged, formed. At first they thought it was a porthole and were terribly happy. Then they decided that there would be a mirror. It turned out that a display cut through the wall.

- Well, we will watch TV! - tried to joke Valentine.

- So It is reasonable! - Marina went on to whisper again.

- If reasonable - we will agree! - Valentine answered cheerfully, although he, too, became really scared. He began to realize that what was happening was completely real and at the same time absolutely defies logical explanation. Of course, no living creature could swallow them with Marina - such animals are not found in central Russia. People could not capture them either. First, they with Marinka are of no value - not in themselves, or as material for redemption. Secondly, in the case of the usual attack around there would be at least some recognizable things. Or at least human voices, sounds. And here - only twilight and silence, well, maybe even a slight rustle or buzz.

Meanwhile, the display is slightly lit, the contours of the picture began to appear. Valentine with Marina literally dug his eyes into the image. What is this book? Box? Picture frame? No, the usual door appeared on the screen. Well, maybe a little old-fashioned, with a massive deadbolt, which for some reason, put neat risks.

They waited for what would happen next.

- Now it will open and It will appear! - Marina whispered, clinging to Valentine. - Right now, now ...

She closed her eyes in fear.

But the door loomed on the screen completely motionless - massive, very strong, with its idiotic deadbolt. These are in the village huts and even in the baths. But without risks, of course.

- Well, and then what? - in a low voice asked Valentine.

Suddenly, Marina touched his shoulder. It turns out that while they were watching the image, a second screen hatched behind their back, a little more, and something was moving on it. Looking closely, they realized that they were chickens. Yes, the most banal layers, and among them the rooster was strolling - also the most common. Whether the picture was poor-quality, or something else, but neither the earth, nor the cage, nor even any objects could be seen.

- They are also in gray! - Marina whispered suddenly and turned pale. - Do you understand?

He noticed it a minute earlier: the legs of the birds, just like their own, were buried in something whitish-shapeless.

Suddenly, the cock jumped on the chicken and began to stomp it. On the screen floated close-up. The invisible operator seemed literally mesmerized by the action. They watched this strange `movie` for two hours, then they were tired, only from time to time they looked at the screen. Neither the plot nor the meaning was not viewed.

- You know, let's sleep, - Valentine offered. - Something I was tired of all these adventures. Yes, and evening is wiser than evening.

For a few hours of sleep, little has changed, except for the fact that now rabbits were bustling on the screen. And, accordingly, they fucked. The doors on the second display remained exactly the same.

- Just some “animal life”! - Marina said puzzled.

“I'm afraid that's how it is,” Valentin replied sullenly. - And pay attention - the sexual life of animals! It seems that It or "they" are literally fixated on it. We must wait for the next "movie" and then ...

- Who is “they”? - Marina interrupted him quickly.

- Well ... You just do not be afraid, okay? - Valentine said softly.

- You talk, talk! She demanded, clutching his hand.

“I’ve been thinking, thinking ... Surely nothing can be said, but the only more or less reasonable explanation or, more precisely, the most likely hypothesis available to my imagination is ... What are we ... What have we been captured by aliens!

- W-why? - breathed out Marina.

- Do not be afraid! - reassured her Valentine. - For some reason they need us. But obviously not to kill - otherwise we would have stuffed out of us long ago. And the movie would not show us. Something they need from us, that's why the screen, and, by the way, the door. We must think, think ...

Meanwhile, now on the display of a continuous series were shown dog mating.

- And I understood! - Marina said with icy calmness, and her face showed disgust.

- What?

- These cattle need us to intercourse. They will shoot this scientific porn and take it to their Alpha Centauri or from where they brought them ...

- Hmm ... But you're damn right! - Valentine respectfully looked at his girlfriend. - It all fits: with the help of the cinema we are hinted at what is expected of us, and the door ... Ha, how could I not think of it right away! The door is the way out! That's what they want to say.

- Well, what to do?

- Like what? To make love!

- Are you completely fucked in this cocoon? - Marina hissed violently. - So that ... before these intergalactic perverts ... Never in my life!

- Marinochka, sweetheart, they certainly do not feel any excitement, only a purely scientific interest. For them, this is just another physiological process typical of planet Earth that should be fixed!

- This is it and disgusting! - obstinately objected Marina. - If I could just watch and jerk off something or something, as if on a glass assay!

As they bickered, something began to slowly change in the outlines of the surrounding space. It became more angular, perhaps, more like a human dwelling. As if with slow development of negatives from whitish fog, the outlines of a coffee table, a sofa, a typical soft corner, and even some similarity of a bookshelf began to appear.

“These fuckin 'scientists saw that we were not telling and decided to create more familiar conditions for us,” Valik commented. - Explicitly scanned thousands of photos of living rooms and now reproduce the image in three-dimensional ...