Dreams.

I'm an engineer, or something like that. The state tasked me and my colleagues with building a spaceship. But I had to leave, and it turned out that these jerks built the ship without me, even though I was supposed to be in charge. So, I come back, and I get a call (I don't know who or from where, probably from the party) saying that Stalin doesn't like my ship because it has wooden windows... I quickly run to the hangar to redo the windows, and I don't remember what happened after that. That stupid Stalin, it's the second time this week. I shouldn't watch Viastat History before bed.