“Suddenly, behind me in the hardware there was an exhausting women’s cry .. From the edge of my eye I could see a huge reactor slowly rising above the floor, and underneath it, like a rocket, enveloped the clubs of steam. And in these clubs are drowning standing in the middle of the shop Shcheglov and Sergey Viktorovich . A wave of thunder builds up, a huge steel reactor splits in two, exposing its interior to glowing fire. At this point, someone's hands ripped me off the side observation window and threw me onto a cold, dirty steel floor. Someone, most likely an apparatchik, fell on top of me and closed me all with her huge shapeless, like a balachon, overalls . And at that moment it was terrible, deafening...”