​​​​`Day 2, Clubs, Late Evening`

The Club Building was an old wooden structure, standing slightly apart from the cabins. Its interior smelled of dust, wood polish and something metallic - probably remnants of solder used by the robotics club. The pioneers were crammed into a small storage closet, eagerly awaiting the start of their clandestine movie night.

Shurik: *adjusts his glasses, peering at a gigantic CRT TV set standing on top of imposing wooden table* *after a few attempts, the device comes to life with a buzz, casting pale light across expectant faces* "Good news, everyone. We managed to repair both TV and VHS player with spare parts from… other sources." *glances at his friend Elektronik*

Elektronik: *grins, raising his thumb up*

The pioneers: *cheer excitedly, the closet seeming too cramped to contain them*

The movie night was saved!

Shurik: *rummages through the shelves, searching for their first film* *mutters* "Now, where was it…" *finally extracts a VHS tape wrapped in worn carton with wiggly letters written with blue pen* "Aha. Star Wars. Space western."

Ulyana: "Wo-hoo!" *throws her fists up* *whispers to Alisa* "What's a 'western'?"

Alisa: *leans closer* "It's when grumpy cowboys shoot each other for a fistful of dollars." *presses an imaginary finger gun to Ulyana's forehead with a grin*

Ulyana: *swats Alisa's hand away, frowning*

Lena: *shifts on the hard chair, grimacing* "I hope there won't be any violent scenes."

The furniture was sturdy, but uncomfortable.

Alisa: "I hope there will be!" *counters* *pretends to pull the trigger* "Old Ben, this space station is too small for both of us. Psh!" *sighs, slumping back* "Say, Shurik, can we move this thing somewhere more comfortable? This little closet is hardly a cinema theatre."

Shurik: "No." *replies curtly, feeding the VHS tape into the rectangular maw of the player*

The device swallowed it with a whirr, flashing green light.