The story happened in Buryatia, when two friend hunters (Badma and Russian Serega) went to the taiga. They stopped in the hunting winter.
Early in the morning, Badma went to do the natural needs under the nearest bushes. From the first persons.
I sit under the bush and suddenly I see a bear moving towards me. I look at him and I can't stop - all sru and sru... I start sharply from a low start in the direction of winter (by the way, tried to run with downed pants and set a world record in sprinter running?) And I shouted, “Serega, the bear!” At this time, Serega turns and shuttered so in the winter and closes from the inside. I run to the closed door and shout, “Sirga fucking open!” From the window I look at two eyes the size of a dish, well completely unseen. The bear is near. Throw the door and let us run away from the bear around the winter. I made a few circles and somehow managed to climb onto the roof. At that time Serega looked up and got the gun. The bear, afraid of the shot, fled to the taiga.
Serega: I hear the scream “Serega, bear.” I turn around, mommy, a bear the size of our colloquial bull is rushing straight to me. As I ran in the winter and locked the door, I don't remember, I hear the words of Badma, but I can't move from the place and I look out the window right at Badma. How he materialized me... A small eye in the winter, and the pictures flash there: a badma bear...
After several cycles the picture changed: the bear-Badma, the bear-Badma. He walked around a bear and ran after him. Here the stupor slept with me and I got the gun and shot off the bear.
I heard this story from the participants.