At last they had all bathed so thoroughly that they no longer wanted to scream. Their voices were already quite low, and the words came out in fragments that didn't belong together.

My parents were already home, and the cows were fed. After drinking milk, eating bread or potatoes cooked in a pot and sprinkled with dill, the children ran outside to ride a bicycle.

From afar, a car drove at high speed through the center of the village, despite the fact that children were riding bicycles, and very young children were playing catch-up in the middle of the road. The older kids called out to each other andgrabbed all the kids by force and moved them out of the way. The car did not even think to stop and continued to approach, leaving a column of dust in its wake. But as she neared the place where they were playing, she stopped. A father and son got out of the cab.

"It's very beautiful and quiet here," the father said to his son and added:

– More than thirty years have passed since all the people moved out of here, since the collective farm collapsed, but almost all the houses are intact, although everywhere the grass is overgrown to the knees. Perhaps children were playing in this place…

– Here is this one for me, which is with these things on the sides, – said Ruslan to the salesman in the store for fishermen, and at his request he was brought a spinning rod, which was the best in its class for this price.

Ruslan did not try to delve into the names of fishing gear, he generally believed that the name is secondary, or rather, it does not matter at all. Ruslan was a representative of the absolute representative of the engineer, who believed that the namesof objects are not needed at all, you can just number them. The so-called supreme representative of scientific snobbery. He never said these things out loud, because people would think he was crazy, or at least a man with cockroaches in his head.

For people who noticed this habit in him and started asking questions, he liked to repeat the same phrase that their physics teacher Sergey Lvovich, who at the age of 33 was an honorary employee of many universities around the world, repeated to them. He often saw him in the city after graduating from university, but then there was a rumor that he was given a scientific laboratory in one of the cities and he left. No one saw him after that. There were rumors that he had won a prestigious science prize, but no one could really say anything.

After buying everything he needed, Ruslan left the store, whistling, because everything was ready for tomorrow's trip to the taiga, he had bought provisions, fuel, a tent and everything else last week. Today was Monday, and being a punctual person, he decided to go fishing on vacation with three days of overnight stay on Monday. He always started a new business on Monday, because he considered rest also work, or rather, part of the work.

Sunday afternoon was cool in the city. The end of August, although it was a calendar summer, but this year it was quite cool. It got colder around mid-August, although the summer itself was very hot. He was engaged in the sale andinstallation of air conditioners, so the revenue for the season turned out to be good. He did not want to study science, although he was offered to stay in graduate school. There was no perseverance and fundamentality in it, Ruslan preferred actions that give visible work.

He didn't really like fishing, but at some point, more precisely, a week ago, after watching a video of survivalists in the forest on one of the video hosting sites, he suddenly wanted to go deep into the forest and go fishing on the riverbank for a couple of days, take photos.