Fall asleep in "Satan"

It happened to me once to fall asleep in Satan, in the SS-18-a ballistic rocket capable of destroying all microbes on a significant part of the North American continent: the cut half of Satan stood in the Angara at the military department of the Moscow Institute of Physics and Technology. We were prepared in ballistics, we had to become officers of the Strategic Missile Forces so that these rockets flew into the apple. In the fourth year, we spent all day at the military department, and it was not surprising to get out, climbing into the rocket sperm whale, among the pigtails of wires and electronic fillings, somehow curled up, it was only to close his eyes, such was boredom with these majorors.

And I had a classmate, the son of the Kazakh steppes and the main surgeon of the city of Zasan - Babit. A very arrogant person, the gold nomenclature youth of the steppe open spaces, but on the Phystech, this one immediately after the holidays was successfully knocked down by fellow practitioners and teachers. Once near Serpukhov, we cleaned the crop of the Fatherland and in the middle of the night woke up from a terrible roar and fuss. They turned on the light and see - it stands in underwear and with a boot in his hand, and a big braciser beats and rustles along the wall. And then Babit explained everything: "Butterfly! Not love!"

So, I wake up in a rocket, I see a belibite, but he does not see me and approaches the layout. On that day, we learned to launch the rocket: such and such a team came, turn such a key, make such a request, get an answer, turn another key, break the glass, click such a button, another, then again ...

And Babit looked around, convinced that no one sees it, jumped to the remote control and all the five, that your Glenguld began to knock the chords on the launch remote control, on the keys and toothblasts, and rockets flew like firecrackers - with armfuls to the New World.

And his face died brutally, like Genghis Khan.

- Are you a belibite?! - I was indignant.

- buttons! Love!

Alexander Ilichevsky - writer, laureate of the prizes "Russian Bouquer" and "Big Book"