„So, we are bride and groom," said the girl. „I love you, and you?"

„I don't know how to live without you," the young man answered her. "Of course, I love you."

„So we're almost family," Lyra said thoughtfully. "I think we're almost family... You saved me, hugged me, and took care of me."

„Everything will be fine," Viktor smiled. "We'll go to a place where there is definitely no SS, and we'll be happy. We dedicate this to all those who were unable to witness it.

The young people were unaware that specialists had reviewed their memory casts. The more specialists worked with the molds, the more questions they had. Some of the questions concerning Victor Swenson's childhood were passed on to the British and Irish, who immediately felt bad. The Israelis' threats of a scandal were concerning, as it's one thing to have an orphan known to no one, and quite another to face a situation like this. In general, no one wanted to have such problems, which made both Madame Ericson and the boy's former guardians sad at once.

However, neither Lyra nor Victor thought about it. They were learning the language of their new country, the same one that Levi had dreamed of in the terrible barracks of Auschwitz. He successfully imparted his love to the orphan, and this love endured over time, merging with the girl's tenderness. And now Victor had no regrets about parting with Britain because he had nothing good to do with this country, except for Lyra.

The young man experienced genuine warmth, care, and personal attention in the confines of the death camp. Literally one step away from death, he learned the faith and sincere friendship of his mentor, who needed nothing from Victor. Could the young man regret coming to this country after such an event?

But the girl... More often than not, Lyra found herself contemplating leaving this place. She felt a strong desire to forget about her parents. They provided her with a feeling of absolute defenselessness, which haunted Lyra all her childhood; they seemed to enjoy her suffering, like the SS. The feeling was similar to what she experienced in the camp. It was like now...

„Victor, I understand," Lyra said quietly as she and Victor sat next to each other, hugging each other as usual. My childhood was like yours... I wasn't beaten... like that. However, my entire childhood was filled with fear.

„But you have birth parents, don't you?" Victor was surprised. Why did they treat you like that?"

„For my own good," she said bitterly. „So that I could thank them later... They're like Maria," she said, tears welling up in her eyes.

„My dear, you mustn't cry," the young man comforted her. "Everything will be all right now; they no longer have power over you. We have us now. "

Lyra nodded, pressing her entire body against the young man.

„Shall we go for a walk?" Viktor made a suggestion, to which Lyra readily agreed. She liked to walk; the feeling of safety was a special joy, so she was always ready.

The embassy had already permitted them to stroll on the inner lawn, ensuring their anonymity from the street. The embassy staff had stopped clutching at their hearts at the sight of the teenagers, having grown accustomed to their extremely emaciated appearance. Outside the powerful walls of the building, cars drove and people walked along the noisy streets, but here, there was peace and quiet. The protection of the young people ensured their absolute safety. Lyra no longer felt vulnerable, a feeling she was grateful for every day.

Dressed warmly, despite their thinness making them extremely cold, they took the lift outside. The autumn sun was shining, the sky was cloudy, and they had no desire to dwell on negative thoughts. I didn't want to think at all; I wanted to run and jump, but I couldn't yet. I had to exercise patience for the time being, as the doctors had clearly explained what I could and could not do. The fear of the white coat had not gone away, but the doctors had taken this into account.

„It's Friday," Victor reminded her. The smiling girl nodded at him; she already knew what that meant.

„Walking?" Riva asked, coming up behind him.

„Yes, Riva," Lyra smiled sunnily, immediately finding herself in the woman's arms.

"Well done," nodded the rebezin, who accepted the girl completely. "I wanted to call you for dinner, but it will have to wait a little longer."

"Riva..." She struggled to put her feelings into words. "Tell me, why do I feel closer to you than... to my mother?"

"It happens, Meidele," Riva replied. She had been delaying the conversation for a long time, despite the fact that the girl's surname on the documents indicated that the official paperwork had long since been completed. The girl, like the boy, had no parents. However, Riva recognized the girl's greater need for warmth and accepted her as her own daughter. Lyra was constantly in need of warmth, and the boy was devoted to her. "Zeev, and I want to adopt you." Are you okay with that?

"So you're going to be my mom now?" Lyra asked, looking into Rebezin's eyes. Lyra asked, gazing into Rebezin's eyes.

"I will be Daddy, and Zeev will be Daddy," the woman said with a sweet smile. „There would be no more punishment or abuse, just warmth."

"I... I... I... I..." the girl suddenly cried out like a small child. Four arms hugged her a moment later, and both Riva and Victor hurried to comfort her in their most soothing ways.

Shulim smiled as he looked out the window at what was happening in the embassy courtyard. No one had ever identified the girl's real parents, making her an orphan. A gipsy woman had brought the six-month-old child to the Wonsons, paying well but wishing that the child's entire life would be a nightmare. Police profiled this woman and searched for her. And police charged the Wonsons with many counts, from forging documents to abusing the child.

***

Lyra liked this holiday very much. Everyone sat around the table, on which there was a candlestick. Today, the girl took on the responsibility of lighting tLyra, filled with an inexplicable excitement, mimicked Riva's actions: she lit the candle, cautiously covered her eyes with her hand, said the blessing, and then sat down next to Victor, beaming with joy. th a smile. It felt unusually sunny. A feeling of inner happiness filled the girl, and the young man was smiling too.

She confessed to Victor, feeling embarrassed. "I've never felt as at home as I do now."

„So you have accepted your people, my daughter," Zeev smiled at Lyra, who heard it, and Victor just hugged his bride. The girl covered her eyes and rested her back on Viktor, demonstrating her unwavering trust in people like them.

Then they ate and sang "Shabbat Shalom" and "Lecha Dodi," which made both Lyra and Victor very happy. The young people did not explain this joy; they habitually lived in the moment, accepting the fact that they are among their own. This feeling of security, unknown before, made them smile. The people around them were happy to see the young people's smiles.

That night, for the first time, the camp did not come into Lyra's dream. For the first time in a long time, the girl did not cry, did not scream, and did not tremble with fear of the first, and most terrible, blow. She simply slept, smiling happily in her sleep. Victor also did not experience the camp; in his dream, he stood under a white awning, telling his Lyra how much she meant to him. Around him, familiar and unfamiliar people wished them happiness and a long life.

Lyra woke up with an inner feeling of happiness and immediately started kissing Victor. The young man, who hadn't opened his eyes yet, hugged the girl, who was happily quiet on his chest. She was smiling happily, not sad after a long night. The camp had not come tonight, which pleased both of them immensely.

„We can't work today," Victor reminded me. „So we'll go for a walk."

"Isn't walking work?" Lyra asked worriedly.

"Walking is essential," the young man said as he kissed her. "You have to put on weight to get along with your life."

„I can't imagine what it's like to go on living without the camp, the SS, and..." the girl admitted, hesitating at the end.

But then, dismissing the memory, she enquired:

"Shall we get up?"

The young men relaxed the Shabbat laws because they were required to eat on time, properly, and participate in gymnastics, which the laws interpreted as work. Both knew what they could and could not do because Zeev had told them. Levi had given Victor the faith and desire to keep the commandments, and Lyra felt she just needed it.

As she walked through the corridors of the frozen embassy, Lyra stopped, looking out the window at the flag. The blue-and-white flag was flying in the wind, as if it were a sign that the girl was no longer alone. Lyra was gradually adjusting to the reality that she would always have protection against those who misused their power, regardless of their name.

***

"So they never found out who the girl was?" Svetka questioned the young demiurge's mentor.

"Not really..." the teacher thoughtfully responded, having forgotten this detail for years. „Show patience."

"We-e-e-ell," she stretched out, rubbing her husband's back.

She was a little concerned by the lack of the now-customary complaints about Zabava, which led Sveta to wonder if the demiurge kindergarten was still standing...

***

At the end of Saturday, Levi Cohen and his entourage arrived at the embassy. Initially, Levi Cohen inquired about Victor, but upon discovering that the young man was asleep, he refrained from attempting to wake him. Instead, he shifted his focus to the topic of the gifted British individuals. Thanks to the curator's interrogations, the idea of British and some European "magicians" appeared before Levi in all its disgusting "beauty.".

"What are you going to do?" Zeev inquired, glancing at the powerful man with curiosity.

„I really only have one option," Levi sighed heavily. He didn't like the idea of using his people's oldest artifact; he saw no other option. "Will you bring the children tomorrow? I heard you adopted a girl."

„Adopted," Zeev nodded. Zeev nodded.

„You did the right thing," Levi nodded.

Not only was the use of the artefact, known as the "Seal of Solomon," not spectacular, but not everyone could even hold it in their hands. Only a righteous person who used it for a righteous cause could take the seal, as stipulated by its creator. Levi smiled sadly as he prepared to fulfill his duty.

Reflecting on the events, the gifted Cohen realized that even if they killed all those responsible, they would still have followers in the country. However, if it became a magic-free territory, it might frighten those who knew and remained silent from other countries. In his opinion, there was no way out.

Reluctant to delay, Levi went to Stonehenge, the sacred place of the Isles. The guards positioned themselves within the stone's perimeter to avoid any harm. The artefact, once a source of torture for hundreds of thousands of people, stood before them. A loud voice sang a song of invocation, and the earth trembled.

It was a particularly rainy day in Britain. The gifted individuals who had sensed something were squinting in puzzlement at the frowning, threatening sky that stared down at them. The lightning bolts from the blackened clouds struck the ground, frightening the people, while above the clouds, invisible to them, the Seal of Solomon poured a triumphant white light, preparing to deprive the Isles of what they called magic. A bolt of lightning pierced through the protected bunker, and the artifacts inside began to crumble before their eyes. A gifted man with the right to demand justice had come to punish those who had infringed upon the children of the people he had taken as his own.

Britain was becoming a magic-free territory, so the gifted could no longer use the transformations, no matter how hard they tried. At that point, the project leaders started to understand the situation, but it was already too late for them. Levi Cohen was not going to forgive anyone, and what he had done was going to be a dire warning to all the "leaders of destiny." And it became so.

***

„I certainly believe that solved the problem," Alyra said thoughtfully. What hindered them from continuing their experiments even after that?

„Let's have a look," the teacher suggested to her, switching the view. „See? "

"You mean they were scared?" Svetka pondered, gazing at the pictures on display.

The projection clearly showed that the gifted people of Great Britain believed they had lost their giftedness, rather than the territory becoming devoid of magic. Moreover, the ship they had left, along with all the instrument artefacts, remained in port. Of course, they could start anew, but incorrect conclusions led the gifted individuals to a stalemate, while their colleagues from other nations, who were aware but remained silent, were merely intimidated.

"What conclusions can we draw?" asked the mentor.

„Firstly," Victor joined the conversation, "our intervention is not always necessary. After becoming the son of a gifted man in the camp, my namesake triggered the mechanism of revenge."

„Secondly," Svetka picked up on this, "people deal with their own problems, unless, of course, they bring them to the point of the first example."

„Thirdly," Alyra sighed, wiping away a tear. "Tauris worlds are very special. Master, what happened next?"

„Interesting?" smiled at the mentor. "Okay, let's see what happens next."