Forge-god of the useful blaze. Pozharnoe outfits the wall before the spark asks permission.
Hint: rearrange “heat pushes.” The kit holds when the joke stops needing sparks.
Keep the copper and the grit; only what hangs on the rack will change.
When Pozharnoe steps out, this page becomes the shop floor. Until then: wry about fire, serious about the extinguisher.