“...Our grandparents have long since died out, otherwise they would have told that in the days of their youth the entire province dined by the light of lamps fueled with kerosene from Nobel, that the outskirts of Russian cities were furnished with giant tanks with fuel, and the tanks were decorated with flashy and a laconic inscription: “NOBEL”. However, our hero - Alfred Emmanuilovich Nobel - did not get dirty with oil: his tragic path ran among monstrous explosions that shocked the world with horror and people’s hatred of him personally...”