As teenagers, we and our comrades went to the Watchtower, on the white rocks. And here is the last night, we mark this case in the tent. We are running out of water. I am heroically invited to go down to the fountain. It is down, the terrain there is very hilly and the slopes of those hills are steep. He pushed a lamp on his head and walked into the dark. He walked a little down the slope and stumbled. I go down to thirty meters. The left arm and rib are broken. And the comrades who watched this from the top saw only how in the darkness, because of the slope, the beam of a powerful light bulb flashes. That’s how I became a Dima-Music.