Goodbye at Yaris. Rock under the open sky. +8, from morning to evening - rain and wind. So who in the pants, who in the telogreeks. On top – colorful rainbows, garbage bags on the legs, all in dirt to the knee – but continue to crawl. And right in front of me stands a wet Gaechka and a man with a sign on his ass: "Nittics complain about rain and cold. We dressed up and had fun!