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We arrived at the village and then drove to the resort, to a small slate career. The nearest underground missile silo was in two hundred meters from that place. Once, the formidable intercontinental ballistic missile R-36M UTTKh lived in the underground missile silo, otherwise called Satan. But now there is no rocket inside it, there only a small house remained. Today my story will be about the house and other underground constructions. We arrived. We left the car and walked down the thickets of wild pea and hemp fields. Not inclined to think that it is grown especially by locals - too big and chaotic plantations. But I was sure that in the autumn there would be enough harvest for all the surrounding villages. Some individual plants were higher than I. After half a kilometer, ended both the hemp field and solid soil. Before the gaze stretched not a swamp, not a lake. It was the epicenter of the odor stercoris. The surface springed as the bog trying to swallow the unwary trav