Captain Panic

When Moscow was covered with hydrogen sulfide and, judging by the lack of comments, all officials have already died in convulsions, it's time to accept the traditional sedative: to remember what is so guided here, which means that you can not worry. I’m about the fact that we will all die, I have not been worried since 2009, when an accident at the Sayano-Shushenskaya hydroelectric power station has happened.

At that time, I was my middle hand by the official chief in the same Siberian region and entered the operational headquarters to prevent everything at once. The heads of the press services of the municipalities were supposed to help to help the Ministry of Emergencies, if suddenly it happened that it would have to be notified.

And somehow early in the morning this “headquarters” was urgently collected. Such, they say, things. Runned. Evaluate whether the SSHPs will completely destroy, no one can yet. Well, it means it is not clear whether we will flood us at the same time. And how much time will there be an evacuation, if you allow the worst option? - asks the mayor.

The MCHS man shrugs.
“No,” he says, “such calculations.” Well, maybe forty minutes.

There are no calculations - there are no evacuation plans. We will not have time to collect buses, in order to centrally take out to everyone in forty minutes. If you announce now that you need to run to the mountains, get to them (at the very bad situation), most likely, only residents of the sparsely populated quarters closest to the hills. But of course, everyone will run. And we have dangerous production. And the representative of that production frowns the eyebrow and shakes his head: there is nothing, they say, panic ahead of time. And the rest ask each other, simultaneously cheering themselves up: will not drown something? And our hydroelectric power station, someone says,-the object is serious, should withstand. And in general.

In addition, the MCHS man warns:
-Without a headquarters team (who is somewhere in Khakassia) we have no right to declare evacuation.

But there is no connection with the headquarters, because there is absolutely not up to us and at all to anyone. And in general, it is clear that when it happens, we will not have time. And if it does not happen, there is nothing to sit, you can go home.

No one, however, is going anywhere. Instead, there is a discussion of which information is more like the truth. The MCHS, who are better than the others, represent the value of their official colleagues said, call familiar officers to Khakassia, ask: “How really is there?!” And they listen to long swearing monologues about how people flee, without analyzing the roads, to the mountains, and not only from the cities closest to the dam, but also from the Khakass capital - Abakan. Despite the shouts of the authorities that the evacuation is not declared, which means that there is no sanctions for that - it is not necessary.

I succumbed to a common mood and called a friend from the apparatus of the Khakass government.
“Listen,” he said, “come on from another phone, okay?”

And in this other unofficial phone, he repeated what was heard before in the Moscow Claims: people do not go to work massively, take families and go to the mountains with them - under any pretexts or without them at all. The government is at a loss, but for the sake of preserving the face, something says to the TV, and, meanwhile, is trying to contact with the most important “headquarters”-Kremlin.
“We say“ not to thicken the colors, ”the acquaintance shared,“ therefore, all the reports are Fuflo, and no one knows, it will rush - it will not vomit. ” So I told my family to get together, but so far do not leave ...

And after our acquaintances, we did not converge and waited for all this would end. Again, “from the center” (I no longer remember from which, after a long lull, they suddenly materialized and began to generate white noise) sent the telephone message: they say, for the distribution of panic moods - up to the criminal.

Only in the evening, different “headquarters” slowly began to break up into individual citizens and diverge home.

These citizens walked along the streets and spoke to each other: it turns out, it passed.

Well, yes, and this happens. Do not worry, friends, we will certainly drown the next time.