Fourteen years ago I went to work. While drawing up the documents, a man ran into the department, word for word, talked, he told a story. Further from his words.

I served on the border at a distant stand. In winter, foods are not to be stressful, but want variety. And since the beast crosses the border over and over continuously, we have periodically flogged with a cockroach or a deer as a compensation so to speak for a false call. Sometimes we just go hunting, that’s what we’ll talk about.
That time with the senior fell to go to me, took skies, the senior carabin with optics, I caught the calash. For a long time, we see a huge cabin of kilos under 200 somewhere, right on us, a distance somewhere 100-150 meters.
The chief targeted... the bastard... and the bastard sat down on his ass and looked at us.
Milla, what are you doing? The boss once again targets, shoots... the shit is sitting and watching. What to do? We are afraid to come, and well, as a living, the hunting hazard does not allow. We walk from the side, the cockroach sits not shallowed, the senior once again planted him, the cockroach fell. Carefully, we approach, the senior with a carabine for manufacture, I with a hammer, the finger on the hook.
We see, the cockroach is ready, the senior decided to penetrate and as a fuel hunter on a safari puts his foot with the skier cockroach on his chest. And at this moment, the cockroach chopsticks... I was standing so the whole rough in it and released... and the senior... the pines in Transcarpatia are high, slim, smooth, there are no suckles... I saw the first time in my life as a man in skiing on the pine in a few seconds got up... like in an accelerated movie.
As it turned out later, we killed the cockroach with the first shot, he breathed in the air and so it remained, and the senior, when he came to his chest, the air stitched, and this was the effect of the crack.
This is the story.
And the senior did not come down from the pine for a long time, the man was terrified.