"... Igor turned around. He couldn’t help but turn around - the call was so strong, into which the madman put all his anger and despair.

Slavik stood by the car and aimed a pistol at him. He remained until the shot one moment - Igor for some reason knew that this time the gun would fire. And he would not have time to step aside. And then he threw up his hands, covering his face from the black eye...

The car flared up like a match head. It snorted, growled, blazed with a yellow flame, throwing aside the fragile human figure with a pistol and exploded, splashing fire across the pavement..."

A story from the collection “Russian Science Fiction - 2007”