In a small house on the outskirts of a godforsaken village, the windows were boarded up. The sloping roof and the sagging door indicated that people rarely lived here. But, having walked around the house, Andrey and I came across another door, it looked as if it had been installed hardly a month ago, on recently oiled loops, it looked archaic. But it was too late to retreat. In any case, the spirit of adventurism, or outright stupidity, has now completely taken possession of our souls...