Cold War Museum “Bunker 42”. End.
They took us there by a long and roundabout route,
Previous report: Cold War Museum “Bunker 42”. Beginning.
Probably so we could become familiar with the various “heroic” posters and graffiti on the walls.
Wall text: Zone “A-1”. Surrender your personal weapon to the security officer.
Poster text: Do not disclose!
My premonitions were right!
Honestly, I didn’t expect to see a room of this size underground! And this is not only the largest, but also one of the deepest rooms – we are at the ultimate depth!
Of all the bunkers I’ve visited so far, this one is the only one that’s truly nuclear-proof.
We lingered here for a bit. And it wasn’t just about the model of the first Soviet atomic bomb,
And the fact is that we finally struck at global imperialism! Two volunteers were selected and seated at the dual control panels for the retaliatory strike. After selecting the target
the system was first switched to standby mode, and then to combat mode.
Text on screen #1: Standby mode. Control panel 1: Normal. Control panel 2: Normal.
Order: Proceed according to plan FGD-135
Text on screen #2:
Order: Proceed according to plan FGD-135
Combat mode
Control panel 1: Normal.
Control panel 2: Normal.
Control panel 3: Normal.
Ready
Text on the wall: Everything created by our people must be reliably protected!
The duty officer on the government communications system received the go-ahead to launch ballistic missiles with a nuclear warhead.
and the operators, with synchronized pressing of the launch buttons, sent the missiles to the target!
It’s clear that it’s an imitation, but it’s impressive. Before the event even began, they announced a ban on video recording. Maybe it was for photography in general, but I didn’t hear everything. 😊
Nevertheless, after some thought, I didn’t ignore the subsequent warning, this time written and in multiple languages.
Well, almost. At the very beginning, I still took one photo. Then I stopped taking photos.
Since all such bunkers are called Stalin’s, it’s clear that this one couldn’t have been done without him. Of course, the leader’s office is unthinkable without a reception room, and Stalin’s reception room is unthinkable without Poskrebyshev.
The French writer Barbusse wrote about him: “He doesn’t have 32 secretaries like Lloyd George; he has only one secretary – Comrade Poskrebyshev.”
Stalin’s office itself is not particularly luxurious.
After walking down another corridor with specific inscriptions on the walls,
Wall text: STOP! SHOOTING! No entry.
We find ourselves in the next large, unexpectedly decorated and used hall.
Text: Restaurant “Bunker-42 on Taganka”
There are some simpler ways to get there. My colleague, with whom I had arranged a meeting at one of the nearby similar, but land-based establishments, mistakenly forced his way into this restaurant, saying, “They’re waiting for me there.”
Our tour didn’t linger there either and moved on.
First, the carpets in the hallways ran out.
Then we began to come across various branches and forks.
And, in the end, they brought us to this terrifying place, where there is not even lighting, but you can actually hear the subway trains.
Only now did I notice that the floor was strewn with something resembling cartridges.
And I really hope this isn’t the aftermath of the destruction of some underground monster that was bursting to the surface!
Or maybe it was the site of an execution? The iron was removed from the walls to prevent ricochets, and the drain wasn’t for water, but for blood! ☠️
It was here that it became clear what those metal plaques welded to the walls were.
These plates are welded to reinforcement rods embedded in the concrete walls and support the metal cladding.
The corridors have lost a significant amount of glamour, but gained a significant amount of charisma.
We walked through the corridors to the underground “lake”
with quite inhabited shores.
We left from there along narrow iron ladders and stairs
and found themselves in the territory of military-patriotic education.
After that, on the way back we collected the remains of the colorful transitions,
in one of them, the guide, having warned us in advance and excluded obvious claustrophobes, arranged for us to immerse ourselves in the theme of the museum.
Then the interiors began to improve.
Somehow we passed the restaurant again, but from the other side.
And finally we reached the soda machine, which served as a symbol and indicator of the exit to the surface.
