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Yura raised his head.

“How are you?” – It’s strange, – Victor answered, put the pen on the table and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Next,” Yura read out. – Alexander Lysenko.-“Literally a month later, death overtook him, an experienced and desperate test pilot. Together with his partner Genenadiy Mamontov he on the MiG-23UB conducted a test of a new flying device. They broke into a tailspin in a nonright moment and an unnecessary place – under them was the city, but he can not jump. After a while, when the plane lowered its nose and, accelerating with a largle angle of dive, fell to the ground outside the outskirts of the old Yegoryevsk family. The plane fell on a wasteland near the brick plant on the edge of the quarry, from where the plant extracted clay. Not far from than place grew russian birches, which he loved and sang as Esenin A partner who did not have any wearing to ‘Buran’, survived. Another mystical countries-ness”. – Yuri paused, looking at Magomed, who again became tense.

The next one is Oleg Kononenko, “Yuri added. – I want to stop to think more and add a little lyrics, because I knew him well. Oleg, a pupil of the fifth grade of Rostov school together with his younger brother Peter was sitting on the roof of the house and counting the bombers, with a certain interval betwin them/over their heads.

“Peter, how do you think, where do they fly from? "– Oleg askedbrother, consumed by the desire to get to the airfield and touch by hand the plane. This gave him no rest day or night. When they calculated that it was very far away, they realized that it will take more than one day of walking. They postponed hike on the first day of summer vacation.

A few days later, the brothers reached the airfield, not asking anyone how to go, because they were afraid to reveal their secret to others. The mechanic was cleaning the plane with a rag in his hand. and when he saw the boys next to him was surprised. “Well, get out of here!”, – The mechanic went on the offensive, lifting both hands into the air. Oleg begged: “Uncle, please let us help to clean the plane. “That’s how Oleg first touched an iron, cold body of plane, which finally decided the future of the boy. In 1952 he entered the technical school and simultaneously went to the flying club, where he began to learn the basics of flying. At twenty nearly a year he worked as an aeroclub instructor, but the desire the fly was sickening him. There is no choice, and he begins to fly on the the Mi-2, Mi-4, on an airplane u-2 maize harvester for agricultural so it took seven years. He, feeling in himself the talent of the pilot wanted to get rid of routine, but does not know how. He soon learnt from his friend Shevchenko about the existence of school of test pilots. Oleg managed to get through qualification competition and enroll in this school. But here again, the school turned out to be a helicopter. But he was lucky in that the instructor in the flight case turned out to be a well-known tester Karnaev, a specialist in vertical take-off, and next were tests of a vertical plane take-off by Yak-36. Ten years later, when the design bureau Yakovleft released first sample of deck attack aircraftYak-38, there was a problem – none of the pilots could not squeeze the plane in the air. Long thought and decided to invite a helicopter pilot for testing. In 1972, for the first time he test driver of this type of aircraft was Oleg: a tall, slightly stooped, in a demi-season coat and a rabbit hat with pubescent ears named “student”. On that momen he was 34 years old. Looking at him, no one could have thought that in this person, nicknamed “student”, sits an ace of flying art. From the first time he hung in the air like a helicopter- the designers were happy that their calculations came true. That’s how they met: the plane, not like airplane, and the pilot, unlike the pilot. They noticed inhim a talent as a tester, who is well versed in the aero-dynamics, dynamics and control of the aircraft. That is why helicopter disigners trusted only to him the most complex programs, such as engine failures at various stages of flight, critical modes for combat maneuvering, landing in difficult conditions. The talent of the pilot is very important, ability to react instantly to the behavior of machins in the air. According to his colleagues, Oleg was of dutility and great capacity for work. He liked to write letters at home in his spare time that he knew that he was always being waited. “Everything is normal with my work. Lately began to fly on airplanes. But all the time I want to come home to squat around the house with son Oleg on my back, drink teas, eat shi, enjoy life and laugh at happiness ".The links of design department with the were strengthening, and the new machine step by step went towards production line – the dream of any pilot-test and sometimes they go to it all life: ups, downs, crashes, fractures, hospitals and again in a new circle- such is the ruthless life of a test pilot.

In Kubinka in 1973, Brezhnev personally with the generals was present at the demonstration of Yak-38 capabilities and was delighted with the skill of the pilot.

– Who is it? Asked Brezhnev Marshal Grechko. Brezhnev wasin a white shirt without sleeves and a tie, and so it seemed thin unlike the current General Secretary from the TV screen…

“This is Oleg Kononenko,” answered the marshal with pride. He was on top of all. – A true master of his craft. Would be in the army all, such as he.

“Call him to me,” ordered the Secretary-General.

Oleg Kononenko shook hands with the Secretary General and with excitement looked into his smiling eyes, overspread by wide eyebrows, taking from him a personal watch with thirty precious stones on which was engraved: “From Brezhnev.”

To increase the combat power of the aircraft, especially in the south hemisphere, where high air temperatures reduced its functionality, constructors decided to use a short take-off on the deck. And how can we do without Kononenko again -he turned from a “student” into an authoritative and confident in itself a “teacher”. Just his appearance on the deck of the cruiser evoked delight of the pilots. But by that time he was numbered in the cosmonaut detachment of Igor Volk.

“Oleg, you’re not going anywhere,” said the Wolf. – Leave yourdangerous jokes. There are enough pilots to do that without you.

“I can not, Igor Petrovich,” Oleg said sadly. – If they called, then they want me and besides, I started this business and should finish it. Wolf perfectly understood Oleg: any test pilot must polish the apparatus and pass. He is the ultimate link and decisive. Igor Petrovich said nothing and sadly said goodbye to Oleg.

December, 1979. “Voice of America”: “Today at 13.00 in the area of Vladivostok was wrecked by an airplane with vertical takeoff and landing of deck aviation of The Soviet Union. Nothing is known about the fate of the pilot …”

Larissa, Kononenko’s wife, picked up the tube bursting phone.

– Hello, Larissa, – Oleg’s voice rang out. “Put the kettle on, I’ll be home soon.”

As soon as Larissa saw her husband, her joy disappeared: Oleg under the eye had a blue hematoma, and when he entered thebath she was horrified – the whole body was bruised.

“What’s the matter, dear?” Larissa asked with horror in her eyes.

“I’ve been catapulted,” he said with a stiff expression. He lowered his head: his wife had never seen him like this- killed and confused.

At the end of August, Oleg was summoned to continue the test. His son and wife saw him off at the airport. Wife for the wholelife remembered his open palm with outspread fingers pressed against the cold glass with an external stoons. He said goodbye to his family, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes. He then seemed small, helpless: the feeling- somehow knew that he sees his family in the last time.

September 8, 1980, at 6 hours 13 minutes Moscow time time, in the South China Sea with the rise of the same self-summer from the same ship with the same operation – working off methods of truncated take-off in the limiting modes are not

The valves of the nozzle of the lifting and moving engine the plane “dipped”, hit the wheels on the bar. After leaving the deck, the plane became a hollow decrease. Kononenko did not catapult, until the last trying to save the plane. Before hitting the water in 150 meters ahead of the ship with bubbling streams of water, raise the engines, from the plane, the flap was torn off, the car turned 180 degrees. Yak-38 with the number 45 onthe board was still afloat for a minute, but no movementsin the cabin was not. The combination of lateral and vertical cargo caused a sudden loss of consciousness of the pilot, this could not be catapulted. He was killed and buried in Zhukovsky in the same row as his comrades.

With a new set of “wolf pack”, many pilots refused to go to the program “Buranю” Could not do thatVladimir Turovets, Victor Zabolotsky, Ural SultaNov, Magomed Tolboev, Sergey Tresvyatsky, Yuri Sheffer and Yuri Prikhodko – they really, since childhood, have been sick of space. Superstition and rumors did not concern them The renewed squad for the first time gathered together forfuneral for Oleg Kononenko.

Vladimir Turovets

At a wake at a small table in a small room the dark-skinned faces of the members of the detachment were dark. Wolf was mysterious but was silent – his “pack” continued to melt in his eyes. Vladimir Turovets unfolded the scratched, crumpled sheet and read out a verse, ending with the words: “Who will be the next?” And following February 8, 1982, Vladimir Turovets was himself. He, along with Nikolai Bessonov worked out the “edge mode of landing of the Mi-8 helicopter. After three blessings, with both engines switched off (on modes of autorotation with “undermining”) the regime was planned on “small gas”. The fourth regime was fatal: the helicopter fell with a large pitch angle, turned around and flashed like a match. Turovets was killed in a fire at 13 o’clock 40 minutes.

After the death of Turovets in the detachment, all the air crashes again were analized with the competent commission and no trace of foreign intelligence services did not find. Accidents recognized as accident and resumed tests.

Anatoly Levchenko went to space in December 1987. On the ground, he returned with the crew of the station “MIR” by Yuri Romanenko and Alexander Alexandrov.Landing took place in difficult weather conditions: iIn the Kazakh steppe was raging storm. The descent device strongly hit the ground, all the cosmonauts received bruises. But if Romanenko and Alexandrov were immediately hospitalized, Anatoly Levchenko had to perform an experiment on piloting the aircraft. Physicians who arrived at the site of the earth, recommend to the cosmonaut to interrupt the experiment, since his state was unstable. But Levchenko insisted on the continuation of the tests. He successfully copes with the program that Igor Volk has already passed and is awarded a honorary award – the star of the Hero of the Soviet Union. But since that ill-fated day the cosmonaut is beginning to torment severe headaches. He could not resist for a long time and died. The official version – death came as a result of injuries sustained during a failed landing of the lander. And I adhere to another version, according to which he was poisoned with medicines, which, according to the program, h e experienced on board of a spaceship.

Alexander Shukin

The sixth squad lost Alexander Shchukin. He crashed into Zhukovsky on the sports Su-26 in August 1988.At the funeral of Shukin, the traditional passage in the sky over him was done by Rimantas Stankevičius, who, in a conversation with me recently confessed that he felt some sort of shadowing…

Igor Wolf – a special person

Childhood and youth

With two rods of reeds and a small bucket for fair-haired a boy approached the pond and stood on a ledge. He did not go unnoticed by the two peasants who had been fishing since the early morning: next to them on the wood was burning pot-bellied teapot. In fn hour peasants, endowed with big experience, noticed how the bucket of an unfamiliar boy quickly filled with crucian carp. They became interested, and they, forgetting about pride, approached him, to learn about eccentricity. The boy looked up from the water’s surface, raised his temperamental eyes and answered to the greeting.

“Where are you from, boy?”

The boy thought that he might be asked to leave from here, and he pricked up his ears, clenched his fists, ready to defend his place.

“I’m from the city,” he answered, pulling at the rods. – We recently moved here from Kharkov.

– What is your name?

“Igor,” he answered, then added. – Surname – Wolf.

– What kind of balls do you have?

“It’s from semolina,” Igor answered. “I helped them in

kerosene – the fish reaches for the smell.

“Has your father taught you this?”

“No,” Igor shook his head. – I searched and found an experienced fisherman. His name is Uncle Thema. He told me. – In the air came the rumble of an approaching plane. The boy already jumped, forgetting about the fishing pole. Aircraft with red stars under their wings flew over their heads. The stunned boy looked at it for a long time antil the plane has not disappeared from view. He lowered his head.

“It’s a MiG-15 jet fighter,” he said to the peasants in the course of his thoughts, then added, “it can fly at a speed of thousands of kilometers per hour. – Having seen the equiblowing on the faces of the fishermen, he tempered his admiration and droped finger pointing to the sky. – Try kerosene and you will succeed.

The peasants, returning to their seats, continued the discussion.

“Heroes grow out of these,” said one. – “Little yet, but already independent. Not like my Igor, lobother.

“Maybe he’s older than your boy,” suggested a man.

The first rose to his full height, turned to the side of the boy and asked loudly.

– Igor, and how old are you?

Nine.

The man raised his eyebrows and pressed his lips.

– Did you hear? And my eleven, – with regret said he. – “From this, Lyova, a real man will grow up.” Remember him – Igor Wolf. Pour it in!\

Igor was born on April 12, 1937 in the Ukraine in the city Zmiev of the Kharkov region. His father Peter was an engineer and was directed to work in Ussuriisk Primorsky Territory.

In 1941, his family decided to move closer to relatives by sending all household containers things. And all of a sudden, on June 22, 1941, war was rampant. The container has left, and the family had been remained on a place without personal belongings and household utensils – plates, a teapot with bare beds, without a table and bedside tables. And his father left to the front. So Igor had to wake up from early childhood to assume the responsibility of the elders: to fish, collect mushrooms, berries to help his mother and survive himself- “street” childhood, which tempered his character, from whose world and physical condition preceded him age.

In the early 50’s the family moved to Kursk. Igor’s mother often was ill, and the household was on Igor.

The physics lesson ended when the doors of the ninth class entered two men in the army uniform. The one who is older, asked the teacher for permission to apply to the students. He began to walk along the board back and forth with hands on his back before opened his mouth.

“We are from the flying club, we teach the guys to fly,” he said. – Now we form a new group and if among you there is a husband-bold, who would like to associate themselves with aviation I want you to raise hands.

Igor’s hand soared first and how much he wanted to enter the club, has become a sufficient argument when selecting from a dozen “brave”. Igor came running home to please his mother andto reveal his decision to join the flying club.

Mom coughed, and the cough dragged on. Igor immediately poured warm water in a glass and handed it to her.

– Igor. I do not want you to become a military man,” her mother said.

– Why?

Did not you hear how your uncle complained to the service

in the army?

“He’s a tankman and he’s tired of sniffing diesel.”

– And what about airplanes, not diesel fuel?

“No, there’s kerosene.”

– What’s the difference? Igor was sad.

“The smell is familiar,” he mumbled, unambiguously remembering his duty from childhood: follow a kerosene lamp and refuel it.

Mother lowered her head.

“I’m sorry, son,” her mother said. “A lot of that you do the house-work, I must do it, but, as you can see, I am ill and can not…

Do not apologize, Mom.” I am not talking about that.

– Well, if you want, go – I’m not going all my life on hiding you around the house, “my mother said and immediately burst on a new cough. Warm water did not help. Igor did not want to go against the mother’s decision, but also a happya turned-up event to learn how to fly a plane did not want to miss.

But the will of his mother was stronger: by family Council Igor went to Kharkov to the artillery academy named after Stalin. Have begun examinations, barracks life and drill step. New friends, among whom he found and like him, found themselves at the academy at will of parents.

– Thank God, there is one exam, – with a sigh, said Dima, a new acquaintance of Igor.

They were on the third floor of the building among the barracksfuss.

“I do not care,” said Igor. – I’ll do it- bad, I’ll not do it – it’s bad too.

Why is that so?”

“I do not want to be an artilleryman, even if I do.” If I do not do it, I do not want to upset my mother. I want to fly in airplanes, Dima. “He poked his head out the window and dreamily looked at the sky. – I want to soar among the clouds, I want to slideabove the treetops, I want to swim in the blue of the sky. You are one in the sky free like a bird…

“I want it too,” Dima echoed him, inspired by the hypnotictical attraction of words. – I also want to. – He, too, shoved his head out the window, and at that moment they heard the sound of a He began to grow, and friends simultaneously saw the plane that flashed in the rays of the sun, which flew straight to him. After a while, the plane disappeared over the roof of the building.and the buzz ceased. Friends with open mouths froze, looking at each other.

– O key. I decided for myself finally, – firmly stated Igor. – I’m fading from here not for long exploring his thoughts, Dima, too.stated:

– And I’m with you.

Two entrants from the third floor of the Academy sighed down, and then from the yard, not even thinking about the consequences.

Igor entered the Kursk Aeroclub DOSAAF, his first flight took place in April 1954 when serviced in Bakinsky Air Defense District, but he wanted more. He accidentally recognized about the existence of the School of Test Pilots an he went to Moscow. He received a note with home address of Valentina Grizodubova, head of the Research Institute of instrument-making which was engaged in the selection of young pilots forest work: Leningradsky prospect, house 44. He was met by mother of Grizodubova, an elderly woman. She fed him, gave tea, and only then asked: “Why did you come?”. Grizodubova came home and was surprised by the visit of stranger, she, having learned that he was only 21 years old said that it had been still early for the test work. But, according to the

the procession of several years, on February 23, 1963, she together with Marshal Savitsky persuaded the Commander of the troops to demobilize Igor from military service. Like thishe got into the LII. Grizodubova said that she feels in Igor the new Chkalov.

In the flight control building were heard only a microphone-mechanical commands for takeoff and landing. Ametkhan was taking to Garnaev, sharing his impressions of the holiday, but his gaze was subconsciously chained to the runway-where the bomber masterly landed-incomprehensible landing.

“Who is this?” Ametkhan asked Garnaev. – Beautifully sat down.

Garnaev turned and saw the IL-6 and said:

– This is a newcomer who hopes very much. But he did not fit the team.

– Why? Asked Ametkhan.

– I do not know, I’m also interested. Now he will look here andhe will ask these words, – he scribbled something on a piece of paper and handed it to a friend.

“Comrade Major, are there any free flights?”

Ametkhan opened a sheet of paper, looked at Garnaev, stretched out thin lips, lifting up the arcuate eyebrows, and smiled. Igor, feeling that he was in a mess, blushed: before him were sitting Legends of Soviet aviation. He looked away on Ametkhan.

– Did not recognize? Asked Garnaev.

“Amethan?” Igor blurted out with admiration. He did two steps and with a hand greeted the pilot, who in the World war shot down 49 enemy aircrafts.Twice Hero of the Soviet Union. Legend. – I’m very happy to meet you.

“Me too,” said Ametkhan. – Sit down for tea – to fly more you will have time. Has plunged into work?

– Yes, already dunked.

Laugh.

– And yet, for what do you dislike in the team? – with irony asked Garnaev.

Igor laughed.

– I dont know. – And it does not hurt you?

– No.

– Igor, do you like Igor Wolf? – asked Garnaev.

“No,” Igor answered, shaking his head. – I’m always flying in some stories. I always want something more. I have not ike the others, Yuri Alexandrovich.

Garnaev laughed and put his heavy hand on the shoulder of Igor.

“With all the tricks, I quickly mastered all the planes, which we have. The planner of flights is the first thing that I can see if there are free flights. For this work there are few people. Some pilots fall asleep and to the boots attach a note: “Less than 1000 rubbley for the flight does not wake! “And I take these free flights on me. What is necessary on the flight sheet I carry out then I practice what I missed. Through some time my boss begins to be interested in this: “What is this? Something is suspicious! Something here is not so. To forbid!”.

But there were many such flights, when comrades argued that this can not be done. And I believe that it is possible – I wait, when they either drink, or a cold will seize, and at this moment have time to do what they said that it was impossible.

– Can you give an example? Asked Ametkhan.

“As much as you like,” Igor said. – During the test of the bomber i had to fly near to it with a cameraman and shoot with close distance. In one place and on the plating of the airplane appeared vibrations. It was necessary to fix, in what direction they have the tend to flow. Nine flights were unsuccessful, but I did it in the first flight. Or, for example, said that the supersonic refuel in air is impossible. The refueling cone was dragged behind the Su-7,and for the tanker’s simulator made the most unfortunate choice- Su-15, which has excess thrust on this mode minismall. If you approach the cone slowly, then, of course, it was impossible. It was necessary to be very precise, practical instantly approach the cone. I did it. And what you think did they love me for this?

“You’re doing fine, Igor,” Ametkhan said admiringly. “I’ll always be on your side.” Continue to be angry with the negligent. The sky loves the brave and hardworking. If you have any questions, come close, i will help. – Igor saw the black expressive eyes, straight nose and strong-willed chin with a dimple in the middle and thought he was not alone in a largeteam of testers in the struggle for sky – he wanted in flights to be like him: cold-blooded, cocky and risky. “And remember,” he continued, “constructers only assume, and the testers – confirm and open up new opportunities for their fantasies. And, unfortunately this makes our brothers on the wing expendable material. Therefore, Igor, I approve of your desire to experience. Experience gives rise to intuition, and intuition as the power of heaven devil can save us from any unforeseen situation. In addition, then this can become a rule for others. Do you understand?

– Thank you.

Iraq

“Oh, Igor Petrovich!” Come along, come in, “said the official of the Central Committee with a balding head and the face of the rooms color. – We have a problem and only you can help.

Igor waited in silence until the old man said why he was still looking at him tired.

“The Su-7 crashed in Iraq yesterday,” he said to the in a sorrowful voice. – A billion-dollar contract is in danger, Igor, – Arabs can abandon our aircraft. Go there and do everything possible, but come back alive.

– Clear.

– By the way, what was the problem with your party committee and what kind of unmanned landings?

“It’s a long story, Mikhail Ivanovich,” said Igor with a sigh. – On the Su-9 in bad weather on the air and good in the flight area, I was testing еру automatic control system in a mode of following to a relief terrain. When I went out into the zone, I noticed, on which starting from the airfield, acceptable weather began. I filled the flight task, but when I gained altitude, I find out, that the wind blew these clouds by seventy kilometers, and it turned out that i did not have enough fuel to the airfield. Well, I think everything arrived: the engine stopped. I made a decisionto land down. Falling out of the clouds at a height of three hundred meters at a vertical speed of seventy meters in a sekond, took the handle on himself and found himself sitting down on the right wing of another plane. You have to see the face of the pilot Iakov Ilich Vernikov, when he realized that there were three seconds left before the disaster. It’s a pity, the camera was not there. I do not have speed anymore, I give a hand to the right, leg to the right, I turn away from plant and go straight to the tower and I see how the soldier with a gun jumps. from the tower. I turn left, there is no speed, I touch the right wheel to the spare strip and on one wheel rocked more than one hundred and fifty kilometers. Thank God, the plane landed on the second wheel. After the flight, the pilot of “Il” kissed me, but from the authorities I got what was supposed to. I drank a glass of alcohol and said to himself: if you, an eccentric, on such an airplane and in such conditions could make a landing without an engine, then it can be done consciously.

Test pilots are required to train according to schedule landing without an engine, but in clear weather, when the strip is visible. And I did it in cloudy weather and ticked off that made a landing with an imitation of landing without moving bodies. I was immediately summoned to the party bureau: “How come, as it is, the pilot of the Flight Research Institute. Look at the weather, and he ticked it!”. I’m talking to comission: “Comrades members of the party bureau, we have airplanes with double control. Please choose a plane, choose the weather, I’m at your service!”

I flew with a little boss. He says: radiant”. But after this for the harmful nature of each test flight on any type of aircraft I was finishing imitation of landing without an engine. The engine did not switch off, but it is enough to do it on the regime of small gas, almost the same thing. I forgot how to land planes on instructure.

On the stern face of the party man, a smile lit up.

– Happily, Igor Petrovich. Take care of yourself.

Conflicts with executives and representatives of firms Igor was pursued all his life. But often he came out victorious. the same happened in Iraq. He quickly returned to Moscow, completing the assignment and stuning the Iraqis with his skill. In the Central Committee he was met by the same old man, who could not wait to learn all the details of the business trip.

“I flew to Mosul,” Igor began to tell when the temperature on the thermometer showed a heat of fifty six degrees in the shade. I look – there was one plane in the sun, the rest were in caponiers. I’m asking: “Is this for me?” “Yes, mister, for yu.” I say: “I know the cause – carry documents, I will immediately sign documents, becose i immediately understood what was the matter: in the air conditioner. We have air conditioners in fighter planes designed for maximum twenty-seven degrees. And then imagine, there were 56 degrees in the shade.

The Iraqis hung everything on the plane that they had in arsenal. Representatives of KB Sukhoi immediately ran and raised the noise: “With such weapons, you can not take off, the aircraft is unstable overload. “I say: “Show me a document that you can not hang such a load! To me allowed”. They gave me a cup of coffee, with a thimble, but coffee great. wear silk underwear, ventilation suit, gloves, mask and helmet. Counted: the bands for take-off were not enough at this temperature. I look, all this audience on the “jeep” and “Mercedes” went to the end stripes to look how a boy will burrow into the sand. I followed the plane. There the land is dry, I drove off for the start strip, from there began the take-off and pulled away at the last concrete slab.

The task in the flight sheet was to fly at a height not above a hundred meters and not less than thirty minutes. Not above one hundred meters? Good! I’m at a height of one meter unfolding and all this audience, who decided to see where I will be bury, stack in the sand, in which at such temperature eggs is boiled. The second time I went and again packed them in the sand.

Mikhail Ivanovich laughed out loud.

“I flew forty-seven minutes,” Igor continued. – Metal foot restraint system catapult was so hot that I could not touch it through my suit and underwear- it burns. I can not hold the gas sector through leather glove – it burns. In Ramenskoye there is a bath-house in the mining and processing plant where the maximum temperature was one hundred and forty degrees. So in the cabin, according to my estimates, the air temperature was about one hundred and sixty, because I could only breathe by mouth and small sips, as in a therma. For forty-seven minutes of flight I lost six pounds of my wight. From the helmet went sweat. After landing the plane I was asked a question: tell me from this reason there can be a plane disaster?”. I answered: “Yes, I told you that I was ready to sign documents without anyflight”.

“Very good,” said Mikhail Ivanovich, “now you will have another assignment.”