At the moment when Yakunin found out about his imaginary resignation, the following happened, in his words: “... They served stewed wood grouse... This (the news) did not spoil my mood, but did not spoil my appetite. I finished the wood grouse.” I don’t know why, but at that moment I remembered the classics. Eat pineapples! Chew hazel grouse! Your last day is coming... Vladimir Ivanovich.