Zhora has always been a simple guy, there were not enough stars from the sky. Of course, if the party does not order, the Motherland will not call, but if you do not set yourself a task. But Comrade Verkhazov took and set himself such a task! Hop - and he is a junior researcher in an orbital laboratory, a respected member of society, and that two years of construction are written on his face, so do not drink water from him! Perseverance and work - whatever you want to grind! Only not everything is so smooth in this life. While you forged stellar energies for the benefit of all mankind, the world below, under you, set in motion. And you, Zhora, did not come. You're the opposite. Sleep well, dear comrade Verkhazov. Sleep under atomic explosions, under the howl of a wind filled with radiation, under the creak of melted earth under the foot of the interventionist combat robot. Sleep. The homeland will not forget you, and you will not forget it either. Your time will come, Zhora!