Welcome to the past

He could see the girl well through the binoculars. He lay on the roof and smiled, admiring her. Beautiful, in a silk gown that reached her ankles, she looked majestic, like a queen. But what struck him the most were her eyes. Slightly slanted, bright green, like emeralds. The girl was looking at the evening city. The man smirked and took out his mobile phone. He wanted to see the expression on her face when she received the text message. The message contained only one question: «So who killed Che?» He put down the binoculars and loudly said: «Welcome to the past»!..