About the book: 2002 / A “flying saucer” began to descend into a clearing in broad daylight, the hatch opened, and a ladder crawled out like a caterpillar and small, very businesslike green men with gas mask snouts walked along it with a mincing step to the ground. They crowded around the anthill. Sosipatrov hardly believed in the reality of what was happening. We must protect our native land. Call for help? Or go out and bark, “It’s great, brothers in mind!” But it seems that ants are more interesting to aliens than people.