Everything turned on its head...
<The bathers are leaping out of the lake and running to me in the buff. But not on your life! I am already at the carriage and standing on tiptoe give the bucket of water spilling almost a half into my sleeves.

The train commander is scorching from the head cars yelling, "Comrade Sokolov! Why are you not shooting?"

A guard running from the other and of the train is shouting in tune, "But why you, comrade first lieutenant are not shooting?"

They seized me by arms at the both sides and with quickness worthy of a better cause handcuffed.>