Author of the program Sergey Yurienen Yuz Aleshkovsky: From the Kolyma white hell We walked into the zone in frosty smoke, I noticed a cigarette butt with red lipstick And he rushed out of formation towards him. "Stop, I'm shooting!" - the guard exclaimed, The evil dog tore my peacoat, Dear bosses, rest assured, I'm already going back. I haven't seen Baba for four years, Only I finally got lucky Oh, a cigarette butt, maybe from a TU-104, You were carried away by the wild wind.