Yes, you can’t trust the guys who call you on a hike! He promised me songs with a guitar, vodka and stew. And everything went through the ass, or rather everything went into my ass. I thought we would sing Mityaev, feed the mosquitoes as much as possible and warm ourselves by the fire, wrapping ourselves in warm natural sweaters. All he wanted was my ass. Well, where should I go, I don’t know the way back and I won’t get out of the forest myself. I had to agree to his proposal and let him put his finger in the ass, and then the penis. I don need this trip!