Approaching the table where the singed alien lay, Professor Probirkin spread his arms wide in his traffic police gloves, struck a surgical pose, and confidently commanded: "Scalpel and forceps!"

  ?Lieutenant Colonel Grafinov replied: "We don't have those tools, but the alcohol has already been delivered."

  ?The Professor nodded to the sergeant and ordered: "Lift the visor and pour the alcohol in!"

  ?"Where should I pour it, Professor?" the sergeant double-checked.

  ?"What do you mean 'where'?!" the Professor replied indignantly. "Pour it into my mouth! Did you think I’d work with foreign bacteria? I need to sanitize my throat!"

  ?The sergeant, asking no further questions, flipped up the protective visor of the Professor's fire mask, shoved the bottle into his mouth, and slowly began to tilt it. The Professor, having extensive experience in disinfection, professionally drained half the bottle.

  ?Grimacing, he leaned over the body, took a deep sniff of the alien's charred spacesuit, and commented: "Strange! It might be another civilization, but the smells are familiar: smells like manure and burnt cotton wool!"

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  ?Then the Professor turned to Grafinov: "Now give me pliers and a knife! I hope you have those tools? And I need a voice recorder! I will dictate my discoveries!"

  ?Petro Grigorovych Grafinov said: "There is no recorder, but we will bring in a secretary."

  ?"That’ll do!" the Professor replied briefly. Five minutes later, he had a knife and pliers in his hands, while Anastasia Mikulychna sat huddled fearfully in the corner of the cell with a typewriter.

  ?"And now — silence!" the Professor continued, and taking the knife and pliers in both hands, he leaned over the body: "I am beginning to separate the bio-suit from the body!"

  ?At that very moment, the cell filled with the clatter of the typewriter keys.

  ?Despite the powerful antiseptic (the alcohol), the Professor demonstrated his professionalism by quickly cutting the rope holding the body and setting to work peeling the suit off the alien.

  ?Exposing the smoked body, he commented in surprise: "A marvelous sight! The body is practically identical to an Earthling's, only densely covered in feathers! Likely a symbiosis of avian and mammalian to actively resist temperature fluctuations!"

  ?"Oho!" the Professor exclaimed in astonishment, carefully examining the body. "What enormous reproductive organs they have!"

  ?Anastasia Mikulychna instinctively stood up to peek at the operating table, but immediately heard a shout: "Don't get distracted!" Lieutenant Colonel Grafinov barked at her.

  ?Blushing with embarrassment, she sat back down and continued clattering away on her typewriter.