An acquaintance said:
They went to Taiwan to hunt. Guns and vodka. There were three of them, but one of them stood behind, knowing the way. When they were filled, the third comes and says:

We will have a goat for dinner.

And went away. There was no three. Everyone comes up, throws a gun corner and goes to the wing to smoke. The acquaintance was interesting. Go out to inquire. Unfortunately says

How many rabbits, how many rabbits.
Let me tell you what happened.

Further description from the words "the failed hunter".
I found a noticeable goat, lying on a hill, targeting. Suddenly I hear something is wrong. I turn my head to the right. The five meters of the MISHA lie and also "targeted". I thought so... Misha wants to eat stronger... How I got back, I don’t remember.