“...Time seemed to slow down. Everything that happened next happened as if in a slow motion movie. The starting charge went off with a loud bang. The rocket was noisily spat out of the pipe towards the burning barrel. “Click” - the rudders and stabilizers opened. With a hiss, the propulsion engine turned on and the rocket, leaving behind a white tail of smoke and rotating like a spinning top around its axis, rushed towards the target. Tuleyev and Demyan, as if spellbound, with their mouths open, watched the flight of the smart rocket, behind which, like a comet, a white smoky tail stretched. Suddenly the rocket veered sharply to the left. A cold chill went down Tuleyev’s back. There, on the left, against the background of the blue sky, the red-hot iron pipe of the stoker could be seen. In the polar winter, the stoker here in the military unit is the only source of heat, and therefore life. Without heat in the Arctic there is death. The white trail of the rocket slowly drew a trajectory towards the stoker pipe...”