The Super Jet performed the classic evasive maneuver recommended after a missile launch, and in a matter of seconds melted into the blue sky, monitoring the effectiveness of the fire by electronic means. Izya Rabinovich was the first to react. I remember for sure that my short but succinct “Fuck!” he started shouting even before the explosion. Now I admit that this could be a code word to activate the protection. The time interval between the appearance of the energy force shield and the explosion of the rocket was a fraction of a second. I heard it after the flash of light. Regarding Dr. Keith, I can’t say anything; he, like a true descendant of samurai, remained calmly silent. John Smith and I expressed our attitude to what was happening in a vivid, obscene form after the climax phase ended, which smashed the passenger airliner to pieces. Small crumbs from the wreckage of the liner and the bodies of passengers flew to the ground under the influence of gravity. And for the first time in my life, I encountered an artifact of extraterrestrial origin in reality.