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    -         "What's got you all fired up?"
    Margo looked carefully at her friend.
    -         "Have you got a crush on him or something? Huh? You've got a crush! I say go for it! He's a typical nerd. Oh the things a simple pair of glasses can do! He looks like our Physics professor, remember her, Klava Eduardovna? That's why he's afraid of women. And do you think he's ever seen naked women before? I've found who you've got a crush on. I'm figuring you out..."
    -         "He liked you, and not me," interrupted Nastia.
    -         "Yeah, I need him like a bear needs a parachute!"
    -         "Let's go put our heads under one more time," said Nastia, changing the topic.
    She turned towards the river and suddenly stopped.
    – "What the... What is that?
    In the middle of the Katun, a yard above the water, there was a man hovering in the lotus position. His eyes were closed, his arms were folded on his knees.
    -         "Jesus! Nastia! My God!" - whispered Margo.
    -         "Do you see it too?"
    Nastia turned white. Her freckles began to stand out more. Margo dropped her towel in the water.
    -         "I see it. But... But is that... Samir? Our instructor?! I knew I didn't like him right away, that weird Samir!"
    -         "Let's get out of here Margo!"
    Nastia grabbed her friend by the arm.
    "I'm scared, Margo! Let's call the others!"
    T hey slipped on the damp stones, getting dressed on the way, quickly clambering ashore.
    - "Faster!"  they cried out, vying for attention, "there's that man!" Walking on the river! He's floating!”
     
    Everyone threw themselves at the Katun.
    The dampened Samir stood on the rocks, wringing out his long hair. He smiled upon meeting the tourists.
    - "Are you going swimming? The water's great! Just don't dive too deep, where the flow is stronger."
    Margo and Nastia stared at the instructor with rapt attention. He raised his eyebrows inquisitively.
    - "Is something not right?"
    - "We saw you there, above the river," said Nastia.
    - "Ah, you saw me swimming?"
    - "No, we saw you hovering above the water."
    - "Hovering? Come on, you're joking!" Samir chuckled
    - "Hovering?” Asked Boris again, "what crap! I thought someone was dead in the water! The man! He's floating!" – he said, imitating Nastia.
    Nastia and Margo looked at each other. Marina looked carefully at Samir, but was silent.
    "The mountain air," explained Samir, "works like a drug on the first day. Your city-slicker brains aren't used to the lower oxygen levels yet."
     
    The friends returned to their tent.
          -     "Margo! Did we really just hallucinate that?" - asked Nastia.
    -         "Like hell we did! He's obviously lying! He set us up to look like complete idiots. I'll swear on anything that I saw him. Just who is he?! He has eyes like an alien! When he looks at me, I get goosebumps."
    -         "Maybe he's a yogi?"
    -         "Yogi? Can yogis suspend themselves in midair now?!"
    -         Well, you know they say levitation is possible…"
    -         "Well, I'm pretty creeped out all the same,"  said Margo, "I feel a tingling cold in my chest from these thoughts."
     
    The river lazily carried their rubber raft. The sun, which had been beating down since morning, had heated up the sides of the boat, making it smell like rubber. All the travelers were getting hot. Plastic helmets and life-jackets are not appropriate attire for a 90 degree oven. The raft floated along the river, and the tourists lazily laid down inside. Only Samir sat on the edges, sometimes picking up an oar to keep the boat in the middle of the river. Nastia and Margo exchanged glances, watching the instructor. But nothing about Samir especially stood out. He sat firmly in the boat and made no preparations to take flight. Everyone but Marina was silent.
     
    - "You should not think that Shambhala is a fiction. I read that there was an