Another thing that stuck in my memory of those days – I can't remember exactly whether it was the 26, 27 or 28 of April – was a terrible shower in Kyiv. I was caught in that downpour. And, you know, it was kind of...unusual – the water was kind of different, and the smell was different. I can't explain it, but I remembered this downpour for the rest of my life. There was something vicious about it...well, I don't know...yes, something prophetic...