Eight hours earlier I had arrived on scene at the moon-lit road-side. In the ambulance, efforts to revive the man failed: a broken neck, they said at the hospital. I found no ID, just a few quid and some cigarettes.... and a Russian watch.
Years later, I was watching a BBC documentary about political changes in Russia. Featured was a ten-minute story on the explosion at Chernobyl and the resulting panic, described by a Russian journalist I recognised...