The virologists below were excitedly conferring about something. After a short debate, both retired to the far end of the room and one could easily guess what the doctors were doing there, without even hearing the gurgling of alcohol being poured into glasses. Virus, having knocked over his portion, immediately left the room, and Big Man, having grown drunk from the intoxicating drink, lay down on the couch located directly under the ventilation grille. A minute later, lying on his back with his mouth open, he was already asleep, shaking the arches of the infectious diseases department with his heroic snoring, like a Belarus tractor shaking the uncultivated fields of the republic of the same name. The conductor frowned with contempt and said: “Now I’ll show him the experiments!”