Somewhere in the taiga. Russia. Eastern Siberia. Well, what brought me here, so I had to show off and say that I and one can perfectly navigate in the forest, but I have a disease that is popularly called - topographic cretinism. Just yesterday, when I and those who lived to graduate from the university came to the forest in order to get drunk and spit out the surroundings, blurt out that there is a cave here and that I know where it is. Well, purely theoretically, I knew where she was, but in fact to find her, you need to have a truly idiotic consciousness. As a result, I wander in three pines looking for this hole in the rock.