You had a grandfather, Vladimir Makarov. Strict, he didn't talk much about his life. In the sight, it's cool. He lived out his years with his adopted grandson, or rather you. This time he wanted to go to the forest to get raspberries. Great raspberry was found, and he's like let's dance, the whole world is dancing, so he's also a youth grandfather, he knows that your generation is listening, kalinka is already outdated, and starts singing "Raspberry Berry, op-op-op. Turns his head, flies into the top. You're so sad, cold as ice. He flaps his eyes: left, right, at the ceiling. Number one, crash girl. I haven't eaten for a day, I haven't slept for two. Number one, my fairy tale. Where would my genie wish for you? Rivers-rivers-rivers, in the rivers you are with me. I wish I could have tweedledee poplars with you. Come to the cinema with me, if you don't want to go to the cinema. Yes, even to the moon, I don't care" You're cutting in ahuya, the grandfather is happy. But there's a noise, it's a little deaf..and then the raspberry bushes move apart and your grandfather is fucking knocked down by a deer and stalked somewhere down the hill.Grandfather rolled, hit the trees and groaned. Is he fucking alive?...😨