"We don't need your land because it's meaningless," Golovin slowly said after he glanced at the representatives present. "If you are willing to rescue our starship from under the ice sheet, I can promise to provide a living space for five hundred people on our ship and take you out of this galaxy."
There was no sound in the venue.
Lavrov took a moment to process the information and asked inexplicably.
"Why are we leaving here?"
"Because this place will be conquered in half a century. The seeds of Harmony will stain this land into another color." In a flat and straightforward tone, Golovin narrated the cruel reality. He slowed opened his eyelids more, then continued, "In return for your friendship, we will preserve the fire of civilization for you. You can disembark in any galaxy we pass by and choose a new place to restart your civilization."
"Do you think we will fail?"
