We go with a friend and his family to the dacha.

From the rain all roads, except asphalt, turned into a terrible messy.

Not far from the country, a friend decides to cut and turns on the ground.

Encounter a man in a rainbow, rubber boots and with a hoodie.
He saw us and began to shake his hands to stop.

“Better turn back.” He says.

My friend has a jeep and we go.

Within 500 meters, they sat deadly, pushed, digged - everything was useless.

At 3 a.m., the same man passes by on a tractor.
We stop him, we tearfully beg him to pull us out on the road.

He clamps the wire, and sadly says, “How did you bite!”