Mikhail recalls how in his childhood war veterans gathered in his house. All of them died quickly one by one: I remember that war veterans gathered in our house and they did not even finish a bottle of vodka. It was in 1959-1963. Once I persuaded my elder brother to drink vodka. I was 6, and my brother 9. After drinking, I climbed into the cattle barn and fell asleep, while my brother began to vomit around the house. Our grandmother immediately understood that we were drunk. Our parents never learnt about the incident though. All of the war veterans died almost at the same time, quickly, one after the other. By 1968, there was no one left.