Tonight he was returning from Perm to Kurgan (he was riding a foreign Lada Grant) In the area of Yekaterinburg refused to blow the stove (and at night it was still cold). He stopped, with the help of a screwdriver, a screwdriver, a small toporic and a few identical Russian words, removed the panel. I forged the engine of the stove, directly on the battery, it works, creature.. remembered the relatives of the designers on my mother's line, knees until the 6th.. started to break back.. couldn't.. debilitated fell asleep with the panel on my knees.. woke up from the fact that I went out to the meeting.. stopped in the floor with both legs and a towel, it turns out to have me through the glass with the lamp lights.. the panel broke back, locked directly, ripped home, the stove began to blow when the sun rose above the horizon.. apparently lying down.