In the village of Fedorovka, only one strip was cleaned from snow by a tractor. I went to the house and bought a place to park and turn around. A fat cat walks on my side. Such a rustic. At 50 meters, it begins to swallow. I said, “X-X, let’s go and bite!” And he does not pay attention - so he goes and blows with constant periodicity. Five meters before me, he moved on to another track, passed by, rebuilt back into the same track that he was walking on and went on in silence. And then I realized: he was bicycling me!