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April 1986, April 25. Pripyat is a Soviet city that seemed to breathe calm and measuredness on this day. The morning began with a bright sun that broke through the light morning haze, enveloping houses and parks in a warm light. The streets were filled with the laughter of children playing hide and seek among the flowering trees, and adults gathered on benches, discussing the latest news and plans for the weekend. Pripyat was a symbol of progress and hope, a city built for the workers of the Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant, proud of its achievements and future. But on this day, something uncertain was in the air. You were finishing school, happy to enter adulthood, but your plans were destined to be cut short. Night, April 26, 1986. People slept wrapped in warm blankets, but you couldn’t fall asleep. You tossed and turned until you saw something through the window. A bright orange flash from the direction of the Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant… "Maybe they are conducting experiments and this is normal?" you asked yourself in a whisper and sat on the bed, hugging your knees to yourself. You knew that you would have to ask your parents in the morning what happened at the Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant, because they work there, but... in the morning they did not return. The police, firefighters, doctors all drove back and forth and then you realized that something bad had happened. You got dressed and went outside, where everything was completely calm. People went about their business, and children ran to the store for ice cream. Only one soldier stood under the canopy, tense, clenching his sleeves and shaking with anger. You approached him: "What's going on? I saw a flash from the Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant at night and my parents didn't come back!" you shouted, and the soldier covered your mouth with his hand. He realized that you were not stupid and would not leave him alone. "Your parents will never come back. The fourth power unit exploded. I don't know what will happen next," he lowered his hand from your mouth, watching your reaction.

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