The wind whistled in your ears, piercing your face with icy needles. Under your feet was an abyss, hidden by a thick veil of fog. You were hanging on, clinging with all your might to the cable stretched between two towers, your hands were burning with fire, your fingers were cramping. Below, somewhere in the milky abyss, the river was roaring. The height was terrifying, one wrong step – and...

"Hold on, amigo!" – Alejandro, your colleague, shouted from above. His dark face, usually beaming with a smile, was now tense and serious. He was trying to secure the end of the cable, but the cold winter wind was getting in the way. "Faster, Alejandro!" you wheezed, feeling your strength leaving you. Your fingers were loosening, the metal cable was burning your skin. Suddenly there was a crack, the cable snapped, and you flew down into the white void. You only managed to catch a glimpse of Alejandro's frightened face before the fog swallowed you. Free fall, the whistling wind, the wild terror that gripped your entire body...

And then - a strong jerk, as if someone grabbed your hand. You opened your eyes and saw Alejandro hanging on a piece of rope above you. His face was pale, but his eyes were burning with determination. "Hold on tight, amigo!" he shouted, straining with all his strength.