In the depth
The prime minister plunged with the aqualance to a two-meter depth. Suddenly, on a well-lit site, he saw two slightly dug amphores.
That is luck! He woke up. I want to find the gold collar.
Five minutes later, something yellow flashed in front of me. Yes, it was the gold of Kolchak!
The Prime Minister sailed and sailed, and all the new mysteries of past centuries opened up: the mysterious masks of the Incas, the royal treasures, the golden runo of the Greeks, the well-preserved inscriptions of the Druids, Atlantis, the Alexandrian Library.
An hour, a day, a week.
- Carry, carry him more, - spread unheardly for the prime minister over the water. Take everything you have. If only I didn’t float. If only I didn’t float.