The autumn sunlight of 1996 penetrates and covers the valley of Mexico, with a unique flavor.
Around the National Palace.
There are patrols everywhere.
At seven o'clock, Victor was already up and working.
It must be said, sometimes he is really too diligent.
In front of him was not a document, but a few pages of rough but clearly structured conceptual sketches.
Approximately at seven thirty.
Casare knocked on the door and entered, with dark circles under his eyes indicating another sleepless night.
"Boss, everyone has been notified, Dr. Turing and Dr. von Braun will arrive at nine, and President Lunacharsky has confirmed on his end as well." He quickly reported, glancing at the unusual sketches on the table, hesitating for a moment but not asking further.
"Have a seat." Victor pointed to the chair opposite him, "Before they arrive, let's touch base. How's the follow-up with Belize and London?"
