He came up to the barrels where the grapes seemed to give up their very soul. They gave up into juice—juice that was soon destined to become wine… Holding a rod, Kolya began a swirling motion of the grapes. Suddenly he felt a strong shove. He wanted to turn around, to see who was pushing him in the back… The next shove hit him in the back of the head and plunged his face into a barrel. Kolya choked. He tried to pull his face out of the thick grape mash and to tell the idiot-jokester everything he thought of him… But at that very moment his feet left the floor, his head inexorably went to the bottom of the barrel, and the grapes swallowed his body completely. No one shoved him anymore, but Kolya didn’t find out about it. He died.