"What do you want?" Luca asked a second time. Crowds of people stood in front of him.
"We want to dream! We want to live!" all shouted in one voice.
Luca looked at everyone and smiled broadly, raised his hand which was holding the banknotes and the next moment, he threw the money and they, flying through the air landed directly in the hands of people.
Everyone started grabbing money. Meanwhile, Luca laughed loudly. And was that a laughter of happiness?
"What do you want now? You want your life back! All these years, all this time, where were your dreams? Why were you all miserable? Because you weren't yourself!" a young woman suddenly shouted.
Luca saw her immediately among the crowd.
For a moment, he saw himself in her eyes. He realized that they were similar, and that they may have had the same thoughts.
Looking forward, the man in the cap suddenly shouted, "All my life I have devoted to unloved work. My whole being was busy looking for the meaning of life. I was trying to figure out who I was and what I wanted. But I still didn't get it. And in the end, I just wandered in the desert. I used to have dreams."
"Now you will live as you wish! Throw away all the sadness! Now, we'll be real! There will be no more lost and broken souls! We will create a whole era of happiness."
"The professor opened our eyes! He reminded us of ourselves!"
While people were shouting at each other, each remembering their lives, Luca entered the building and returned to his office which has now become a whole fund called the "Fund of Dreamer."
After the dreams returned to this world, Luca did not waste time and while everyone was busy with loud speeches and reading the most popular book in the world, he created a whole fund, in reserve of which was a very large sum of money.
And now, with the help of this fund, everyone had a full opportunity to make their dream come true.
Mozart's quiet melody filled the small room in which Luca sat and waited for the first Dreamer.
And finally, someone knocked on the door.
"Come in."
As he expected, that young woman entered the office. Her black long cloak and heavy boots gave her the image of audacity and bravery. Although her face expressed only tenderness.
At first glance, ghostly facial features, over time acquired sharp, graceful shades of beauty.
But most of all, he noticed in her the spark and spirit of a new era.
"How can I help?" Luca asked.
"My name is Eva," she said.
Luca smiled and pointed to the chair opposite the table.
"So, how can I help you? You must have come for your dream. Tell me your story," he added and opened his notebook with a businesslike look.
But Eva was in no hurry to answer his question, and instead she asked, "Sir, what is your dream?"
And then Luca's face shone with happiness. "I've always waited, to be asked about it. Yes, Madam Eva, I have a dream. And many of them. I have a lot of dreams. There are naive, kind, cunning, evil, I dream of many things."
"Are you talking about dreams? It feels like you're describing people."
"Aren't they the same thing? Dreams and people. I've always found something similar between them. Perhaps yes, my dreams are these people," Luca replied, his black eyes lit up with true fire.
Eva listened intently to him. Her facial expression was shackled, but she still liked what she heard.
"Ms. Eva, there are many people in my life. And everyone carries within themselves my dream."
She said, "Your dreams are made by people. No wonder you were able to create such a rich fund. And how did you do it? Where did you get all that money from? And don't you feel that it is a waste, giving money to all these people?"
"I want to help them. Well, money, they always appear when they are needed. Don't you think so? And besides, to open this fund I was helped by a very highly honorable person. And now, there's enough money for every person. It's a new time. We need to help new people."
Eva smiled slightly and looked towards the window.
People were still making noise.
"Doesn't it scare you?" she asked, and went to the window.
Luca followed her with his eyes. A gleam of celebration adorned his face.
Walking his finger along the thin line of the mustache, he said, "You came to me on a different occasion? What do you want?"
Without looking at him, she immediately replied, "I want to meet with Professor Skyemoone."