A frosty winter day, the office on the basement floor, came apparently from the municipality, to smash the caterpillar. After a 10-minute ride in the glass flooded the icebergs, imitating a bombing. A colleague next to the button from the external blinds, without breaking away from work, pressed it and in the office slightly began to darken, loud sounds rolled around the room. A loud voice, full of panic: “All the energy on the shields!!! Everyone is ready for a hyper race!! Bring us out of here, we will not last long.”