There are canals threading through the giant buildings, which provided water for the old coolant system, and in one of them the catfish have grown to prodigious sizes. We stop on a metal bridge and gaze down into the brown water. Suddenly the monsters rise to the surface, some of them a good
ten feet long, black, whiskered, curling around as they hunt for the bread people feed them.
They're not big because of radiation, Sergey insists. It's just that they haven't been fished for a quarter of a century.