- Earth! - Masha shouted from the top of the mast. “Not the earth, but the Ostankino tower,” Captain Vasily Lumumba famously moved his cocked hat and turned the steering wheel. - Raise the main topsail! Chief mate, lean into the wind. The clipper, creaking quietly, turned around and we saw a lonely spire above a sea of clouds as dense as mashed potatoes. “Do you want to moor to this peg?” - asked Baron Saturday. “With such turbulence, it will be more difficult than shoeing a minotaur,” Lumumba made a turn. But Comrade Gray doesn’t like to wait... Steeper to the wind, the anchor is in your throat! Otherwise we’ll fly into the Vostok tower. The scarlet sails arched their silken backs and the clipper rushed forward. Gamayun, clanking her wings, circled around the mizzen mast. “Piastres!” Piasters! - flew above the clouds.