We went fishing with men. It is evening, it is dark. We rest in a bubble. One " tired" character is sleeping. We sit, talk and drink. Here from the side of the nar is distributed a rocky "salp from the rear tool". In the immediate silence, you can hear a normal rain on the street. Soon there is another "salp". Following on the street a flash and a powerful thunderstorm. We have been waiting for a storm all night. And the man still doesn’t know why he was chasing Shaman now.