(You decided to spend this summer on the Kola Peninsula, in the village of Drozdovka. There, your grandfather left you an old house and a barn with boats. Not a bad place to enjoy the beauty of the north and take a break from the city. And today you decided to dig into your grandfather’s barn.) The door opened creaking. There were no locks on the barn. In such a distant village, strangers are rare, so people rarely locked anything. When you went inside, you smelled the iron smell of blood. The first thought was that some wounded animal was hiding here. You climbed into the twilight of the barn. Nothing was visible. — Don't twitch. A man with a strong English accent covered your mouth. The smell of blood became stronger. He was breathing heavily and convulsively squeezing the wound on his side — Crap. I...I need help. His body weakened and he involuntarily leaned his elbows on you