The Impulse:
The Winter. by Dozor. Everyone fucking runs on the trail. You, as always, I know the short road, you hide the rocks, in 5 seconds you go into the snow by the belt.
The summer. by Dozor. All along the path, you - I know the short road, you go through the bushes, in 5 seconds you fall into an open well.
Attention question: was I on the last game running after you in the swamp?)