“It’s morning outside, Ivan Denisov said to himself, get up, face. It's time to go farm. You will have to do vile things, but if you neglect them, you will die like a dog under a fence. And you didn’t want to wake up. He even allowed himself to lie down for a while with his eyes closed, clinging to the fading sleep. And then the smell of old, burnt JUP insulation and the rancid aroma of cheap coffee finally got to him. Yes, there was also a slight stench of a disinfectant solution used only in standardized hotels..."