...one is the king and god of a metallurgical city capable of wrapping the Earth with steel rolling 23 times around the equator. The other is a hereditary worker living at the foot of a blast furnace as tall as the Statue of Liberty. One determines the fate of one hundred thousand steelworkers; the other, doomed to rebel against the iron predestination of destiny. Master and slave. The first line in the Russian “Forbes” and the gray workingman on the roadside. Who could have known that tomorrow they would breathe the same air?