DWYN THE MARTIAN
Description:... —Excuse me, sir... Can you tell me where I am?
Policeman Graindorn was used to such questions.
He turned, smiling condescendingly. But his smile froze when he saw before him a completely naked man, with greenish lips, scarlet eyes, a bald head and tense features.
—Eh...? What...?
In London, at five in the morning, in the middle of a thick fog, very strange things can happen. That one, however, was unusual.
The man, of indefinite age, showing no shame at his nakedness, smiled timidly. And he said, in somewhat broken English:
—Excuse me, sir. I'm a Martian, you understand?
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