1986. Easter-tide. My doorbell rings. By the way, there was a terrible shower that day - the very first one that spring – a real downpour, very heavy. I open the door. There's some intoxicated bastard – thrusts a draft notice to me, says – sign it. I sign it and read: within one hour show up at the Palace of Pioneers, all packed and ready. Well, I'm a disciplined man, I've been to the Army, so, I click my heels together – yes, Sir! Just dropped some stuff into my little rucksack, and – off I went. At night we got on board – and soon disembarked in Savintsy, and the next morning we were part of Fire fighting battalion.