From the sparkling ice of the Olympic final to the hospital bed of the Nizhny Tagil hospital of the summer of 1987. Instead of the snow-white sands of Florida, a villa on the Gulf of Mexico and a captain's patch in the best NHL team - a steel Ural sky and a one-room apartment. That's what fate has in store for me. But I was one of the best of my time for a reason. If there I became the one whose name was chanted by fans on both sides of the ocean, then I can do it again. Moreover, I have no other choice.