I've always wanted to go there. My mother worked at the Rzhev training ground - she accepted products from the guys, as she called them, and they created a fabulous image of steppe life with their stories and tales in my mother's cultural retelling, but there were also Tula. They were probably more serious- the glory of the city of gunsmiths or the secrecy of the products affected, but the gingerbread was wonderful. Later I found out that we tested rocket weapons there, though with different capacities.