One day a doctor comes up and says: "Guys, do you know what? Let’s do away with being bored, go dancing today. There will be pretty good dances, go for dancing!" Well, we were fools to go for these dances. And there's a dumbhead there yelling: "Comrades! The doomed men have come!" They ran their ways from the dance floor, nobody remained but us. Take my word for it – it occurred at the sanatorium in Irpin. That’s how we went to dance. They were afraid to be contaminated with radiation by us.