What is it like to be an engineer? In our time, they are the masters of minds for “a young man pondering his life, deciding who to make a life of”? (according to Mayakovsky) Of course, managers, bankers, politicians, and at worst, programmers. White collar workers in bright offices. And somewhere in the backyard - engineers, running around the workshops in the roar of machines, kneading dirt on construction sites. The title of engineer has faded and faded into the background. But there were: Engineer Eiffel Engineer Edison Engineer Shukhov Engineer Korolev. Maybe because being an engineer is difficult and responsible? Because a real engineer is a search, creating paths into the unknown?