The explosion was so powerful that the alarms of the cars in the yard went off. The frightened neighbors called the police, and Uncle Sasha himself looked at his hand for a long time, not believing that his "treasure" had disappeared.
He was already hammered, 3 pints away from sleeping in a puddle.
That 1" curb had him all fucked up.
I'll bet there was a little piece of ice under that tiny little puddle too.