WATER / ВОДА

An enticing aroma wafted into the room as the man ground well-roasted coffee beans with a manual grinder. He extremely poured the ground coffee into the coffee maker. He headed to his desk with two packets of sugar. A mug with a picture of an elderly fireman and a boy was waiting for him there. Just as he was about to sit down, the attendant burst through the door, urgency in his voice.

- Captain, we received a report of a collapsed bridge between Tsarevo and Nestinarka with potential casualties!

- Understood ! - the captain quickly activated the section alarm and turned off the stove under the coffee maker. He pushed the colleague aside and left his office. - Team, we are not moving fast!

He grabbed a fireman's helmet and put on a fireproof suit. Pulled door support and took the driver's seat in the fire engine. In his left side mirror, this one caught a glimpse of his team. One by one they climbed into the cockpit as he started the engine.

The fire truck's wipers whistle as they rub against the windshield. I barely manage the large amount of water. The captain's visibility is greatly reduced due to the nightfall, but despite this, he does not take his foot off the gas. Suddenly two lights appeared in the distance in front of them. He narrowed his eyes and coolly turned the steering wheel to the side.

The fire engine plowed the water on its way, wings after you. Outside, rain poured down at three hundred liters per square meter and drowned out the wail of the sirens...