Surprisingly, I slept like a log. In the morning, I, as usual, got up half an hour before everyone else, checked on the breakfast in the kitchen, stopped at the control room to check on the kids, and then jumped out to do some calisthenics. The sun wasn’t out yet, but it was almost light and very cold. My nostrils were gluing up, my eyelashes were freezing together, while I did my exercises trying to get back into the ship as soon as I can. And then I saw Komov. Today, he must have gotten up before me, went somewhere, and was now coming back through the construction site. Unusually, he was walking slowly, as if lost in thought, absent-mindedly tapping himself on the leg with a twig he held in his hand. I was finishing up when he came up to me and said hello. I, of course, greeted h
