Welcome to the Past

He could see the girl through the binocular glass. He was lying on the roof and smiling as he watched her. Beautiful, in a silk dress reaching down to her ankles—she looked majestic, like a queen. But most of all, her eyes struck him. Slightly slanted, bright green, like emeralds. The girl was looking at the evening city.

The man smirked and took out his phone. He wanted to see her face when she received a text message. The message contained only one question: “So who killed Che?” He put the binoculars aside and said loudly: “Welcome to the past!..”