Winter Ural Forest, 10 km from the border of the city. Around no one, gentle snowed silence, can be touched with straight hands. Trees in snow hats. Solitary skiing between trees. And exactly in the skiing - careful bunches of shit every few kilometers. I don’t even know whether the skiers themselves tried it, or their four-legged friends. But shit, can’t you fuck at least next to the ski, not straight into the track?? to