Their faces were so close that they could feel each other's breaths.
Solomon's cell phone beeped.
"Welcome to London, Solomon," the message was.
At the end, there was the signature "Yersinia".
–Something serious?
– What a stupid English joke!
– Why do you think it's English? It could be from another country.
– Maybe. But, notice who it's signed by. Just when we were talking about the plague, Mrs. Yersinia herself sends me a message. Isn't that what plague bacillus is called in microbiology?
– Did you think that this letter was from me? So know, Solomon – my name is not Yersinia – plague bacillus. My name Yesenia, very different and means “beautiful”!
Yesenia said this in an offended voice.
– Yes! You are really beautiful! Okay, let's forget this stupid joke.
– Solomon! Your eyes say it's time for you to sleep.
Solomon silently agreed with Yesenia. His eyes closed on their own.
Soon he was alone, going up to the his room.
A beam of mean English sun penetrated the room through the curtain.
After a quick breakfast of English style eggs and bacon, Solomon went to the porter.
An elegantly dressed middle-aged man approached Solomon.
– Good morning, sir! Let me introduce myself, my name is William Spencer. I'm the head of hotel security. If you have any problems, please come to me personally. Here's my card.
– Thank you very much. But, so far I have only one problem – to get to the conference on time.
A London cab drove Solomon to his destination. He was on his way to the conference he had dreamed of all his life.
Solomon got out of the car and looked at the well-built building of the middle of the 20th century.
After filling out an application and other formalities, Solomon received his badge and the conference program.
"Where is Yesenia?" he thought.
"I'm in a cafe, on the third floor"– a message came from Yesenia.
She was sitting at a table in the company of a swarthy guy.
–Meet Solomon, my friend Carlos, who arrived from Colombia.
–Pleased to meet you, – said Solomon.
Carlos had black curly hair that contrasted with colorless eyes. His appearance was not credible. However, they began to drink coffee. Carlos and Yesenia talked to each other in Spanish, and Solomon got bored.
“ The third one is clearly redundant” thought Solomon and said:
– Okay, my friends. I'll go and listen to the lecture on genetic engineering,
–See you later, when you're free, – answered Yesenia.
The day flew by imperceptibly. An SMS from Yesenia came to the phone.
