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"The carbon content must be exactly according to GOST 4832," the inspector shouted over the roar. "If the alloy is off by even a fraction, the whole batch is scrap!"

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One winter night, the temperature in the shop floor dropped to a record low, but the furnace remained a roaring beast. Mikhail was preparing a massive casting mold for a turbine part. The inspector, a young man with a shiny briefcase and a crisp copy of the latest metallurgical regulations , stood nearby. "The carbon content must be exactly according to