Vanga’s prophecies.

What if the cheburek you bought at the train station was stale, and you die? Oh, sorry, in the case of the train station, the word "what if" is inappropriate.

Damn, I ate a pirozhok at the train station today. Goodbye, friends.

And don't forget that the great and terrible god will eventually kill everyone, unleashing a flood, or flying monsters, or some other crap on the heads of the unfaithful and sinful bastards.