For me, it all started in another world, in the spring of 2020, when I, the old hairy devil, decided to repair the heating power outlet. And of course, I was shocked, but how much does my grandfather need seventy-three years old? About two hundred and twenty volts at fifty hertz was enough in excess. How did I feel? But nothing special: after a spasm from an electric discharge, with some kind of internal crunch, the heart stopped, all the members instantly lost their strength, and I fell into a field painted with brown paint with a weak-willed doll. Consciousness did not leave me for almost half a minute, and I managed to see how black languages ​ ​ began to creep along the wall from a twisted outlet, which instantly flared up. Wooden walls, dried for decades, crumbled devoured by fire... Pity the house. I built it with my own hands, well, except for electrical wiring and a brick porch, and so from the foundation and roof to pasting wallpaper - all by myself. Well, except that he hired someone to help, but then he spat on the result of the work of these oblique assistants for a long time. It is better to ask for the help of your own students: these at least listen when you tell them.