Once again on the first floor, I freeze for a second, belatedly realizing what kind of look we are producing. It is unlikely that anyone will remain a mystery what we have just been doing, all the more, everyone will probably think that we are descending from the second floor, not the third. I expect that silence will now hang in the huge hall and everyone will stare at me with condemnation, while Uritsky, on the contrary, will be shown something like a “thumbs up”. But, apparently, Diana did not exaggerate when she said that everyone absolutely does not care who and what is doing at the “factory”. Yes, several...