No näe, ega sa vist ei tea, mis elu see Diblakorskis oli… Mina teenisin tol ajal küll Murmanskis aega ja mul olid omad kanalid, need õiged kanalid, mitte need, kust partei uudiseid tilgutas. Ma teadsin täpselt, millises laohoones seisid need suured ja usu mind need polnud mingi tite tillid. Aga kõige tähtsam,ma teadsin, mis seal linna ääres toimus. Sellest rääkisid isegi kindralid ainult saunas ja ainult siis, kui kraadid olid parajad sees. Aastaid hiljem, kui olin juba pensionil ja ainus plahvatus mu elus oli gaasipliidi süütamine, mõtlesin, et selline lugu ei tohi kaduda. Nii sündiski see aare peidetud sinna, Diblakorski metsa.Selle aarde sees on logiraamat, mis on pärit sellest ajast. Sinna saavad oma nime kirja panna ainult need, kes on missiooni edukalt lõpetanud. Ja kui sa oled seal, siis hoia silmad lahti, sest võib-olla märkad metsa all helendavaid siile, kes veel ringi luusivad. Mina tean, kust nad tulid aga see… see on juba järgmise klaasitäie jutt.
Well, you see, you probably don’t know what life was like in Diblakorsk… I was serving time in Murmansk back then and I had my own channels, the right channels, not those where the party news was dripping from. I knew exactly which warehouse those big items were in, and believe me, they were no little trinkets. But most importantly, I knew what was happening on the outskirts of the city. Even generals talked about it only in the sauna and only when the degrees were just right. Years later, when I was already retired and the only explosion in my life was lighting the gas stove, I thought that such a story should not be lost. That’s how this treasure was hidden there, in the Diblakorsk forest. Inside this treasure is a logbook from that time. Only those who have successfully completed the mission can write their names in it. And when you’re there, keep your eyes open because you might notice glowing hedgehogs lurking in the forest. I know where they came from, but that… that’s a story for the next glass.