Zhora was always a simple guy, he didn’t have enough stars in the sky. Of course, if the party doesn’t order, the Motherland won’t call, and if you don’t set a task for yourself. But Comrade Verkhazov took and set himself such a task! Hop - and he is a junior researcher at the orbital laboratory, a respected member of society, and even if two years of construction battalion are written on his face, you can’t drink water from him! Perseverance and hard work will grind anything you want! But not everything is so smooth in this life. While you were forging stellar energies for the benefit of all humanity, the world below, under you, began to move. And you, Zhora, didn’t come. You are the opposite. Sleep well, dear comrade Verkhazov. Sleep to the sound of atomic explosions, to the howl of the radiation-filled wind, to the creaking of the melted earth under the footsteps of the interventionist combat robot. Sleep. Your homeland will not forget you, and neither will you. Your time will come, Zhora!