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[Alexandr Korol]

in the sky is some astronomical event. Or maybe, in the literal sense, it’s just a flying saucer, which Big Alexander also often hinted at. He used to say — long ago, when I was a child — “When the time comes, the flying saucer will arrive and point to where the future king is.” I always ignored what he said because those were such grand words. How would a flying saucer arrive? To whom would it point that I am a king? And why would everyone agree with that? What is this? What is he talking about? And he kept repeating it to me over many years. And now I start to think — what if that star that lit up in the sky when the Son of God was born, and that moved while the kings followed it, was actually a flying saucer? And what if it really is supposed to come? And I begin to take it literally — why not? After all, flying saucers exist, aliens exist, so why not? So, maybe some from the future will arrive when the time comes. And those who watch over everything here will come the same way — why not? They will bring me the gifts of the magi. But it should not be as people commonly imagine, that I am sitting in a cave wrapped in swaddling clothes. After all, all gods born on December 25 meant that they were already over 30. What’s next? Well, I record all of this. I understand that it is definitely not 2023. I realize... Ah, why did I initially expect everything to happen in 2023? Because I turned 33, and naturally, people tend to attach significance to numbers—we have this tendency to cling to them. In reality, I have now completely detached from these numbers since I began to understand time, but more on that later. And I understand that if we’re talking about the radius of 360, then this radius of 360 will only align on December 25 in 2024, which means it’s not time yet.

But I can already add from my own perspective, working with all this information and relying on the fourth and fifth volumes, that nothing necessarily has to happen in 2024. It is quite possible that it will be the next leap year in four years, or maybe another four years after that. What is certain is that it will definitely be a leap year — that is a fact. But which leap year, whether this one or the next in four years, is unknown. Naturally, I record all of this. It all becomes part of the third volume of “Alternative History.” And then something even more interesting happens. On December 30, I am sitting with my friend at a bar in a hotel in Las Vegas. We are sitting at the bar, and I order myself whiskey for the first time in a very long time because while writing the first and second volumes, I didn’t allow