What spiritual and inhuman power you need to have in order to look into my eyes like this and say goodbye to me to cut off the rescue rope. Above a two-kilo-meter almost sheer and almost bottomless mountain rock-ice abyss. I don't know, but I would never have been able to. I just wanted to live then. And he knew it. I knew and understood when I led us and our second group that early morning to that fatal ascent for all of us, as well as for the first group of international mountain tourists. Leonid Volkov. I still see his favorite face of a man and his blue and detached eyes from life itself...