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It all started in the morning when Sergey Opanasovich left the office to meet the courier who was delivering diplomatic mail. Near a bench, under an old cherry tree, he saw a large wallet. There was no one around...
His wife had left on a cruise around Northern Europe on the Jewel of the Seas, so Sergey Opanasovich felt lonely and a little sad. This time, he refused to travel with her—in recent years, he had grown tired of Amsterdam, Belfast, and Liverpool. But he hadn't told her about his plans to travel to the Caribbean, which he had already planned for the winter. So, Sarah Ivanovna didn't know about this trip yet. Meanwhile, Sergei Opanasovich sometimes even saw Ocho Rios in his dreams. He loved Jamaica. Its white sandy beaches, lush vegetation, and green mountains shrouded in mist did not leave him indifferent.
But while his wife admired the sea views from the cabin window and searched for the Loch Ness monster in Inverness, he continued to go to work and enjoy fishing with his friends.
He looked around and picked up his find. The old, brown, and very worn wallet looked somehow too bulky. As it turned out, the bulkiness of the leather product was due to an object very similar to a flash drive. At first glance, there was nothing unusual about it, but inside was a tiny GPS tracker. In addition, there were 5,000 euros, a driver's license in the name of Vitalina Klyuchko, several business cards, and an old, used ticket to an Okean Elzy concert. But Sergei Opanasovich had a strange feeling that this wallet was meant for him, and that the flash drive must contain something important or some kind of secret information. Unfolding and examining the ticket, he saw the words Civitavecchia Barcelona Marseille Genoa Florence Piraeus Santorini Bodrum Mykonos Kotor Portofino Corfu written in thin chemical pencil. Wow. Probably some very important words, he thought.
He decided to find the owner — simply calling the police station and handing over the wallet seemed wrong. It seemed to him that one of the business cards was the key to some adventure. And he loved adventures. He called the number on the business card, but no one answered. So, he would have to try again later, he thought, but he didn't get around to calling back. An hour and a half later, he received a call from an unknown number.
A hoarse voice asked who was calling and what the matter was. Sergei Opanasovich briefly recounted the story of his find and agreed to return it in person when they met.
It turned out that it was not an ordinary wallet or an unusual flash drive. Although there was a tiny GPS tracker inside with a dead battery, it was the words on the old ticket that were of great value to the stranger.
