- Careful! Screamed Lena and tight

I grabbed the handle so as not to hit my head on the rack when the car began to crawl forward and to the right, tilting. Vadim sharply cut in the reverse, trying to pull out the face that had fallen into the water-covered barrel hidden under the treacherous moss bedding, but it was too late. Having caught the diagonal and having lost its grip with the ground, the SUV roared the engine, but the wheels were scrolling for nothing. Even the vaunted "super-select" here was helpless. What is the use of locking if the only rear wheel left in the hold is scrolling aimlessly, spitting out lumps of dirt and moss lumps with all the power of torque?

- Get out! Quickly! Vadim, to the last, “Padzherik” crawling into a pit, but when water flooded the hood, realizing the futility of his attempts, he cut out the ignition so as not to catch a water hammer and jumped out of the car.

“It seems they have arrived ...” He kicked a rotting stump in his heart, which scattered like a fan of rotten wood chips, and flopped down on the ground, next to his wife, clutching his head. - Fuck, but how well it all began ...

Despite the fact that the navigator determined the road, it looked overgrown and, apparently, abandoned. In Soviet times, it was used for the removal of sawlogs from forest plots. After the "restructuring", the local lumber point was recognized as unprofitable, and this area was closed. Nowadays only mushroom pickers used the road, but hunters used to visit their hidden places every year.

Silence and silence reigned around for several hours, until the wind began to carry bits of car engine noise. A minute later, a loaf of UAZ appeared on a hillock. Passing along a fresh rut, he stopped at a tree felled by the wind, to the right of which the SUV that had collapsed along the grille rattled. The right door opened and a man of about forty jumped to the ground. He was wearing dirty khaki pants and a camouflage T-shirt. Scratching a two-week stubble with his hand, he walked over to the family, looking at the man or his companion.

“Well, you have managed, man ...” said the stranger in a surprised voice.

- You got there? He exclaimed.

- My father “drank a fifty-pitch” in the spring, when he was still working at the timber industry enterprise ... The right-hand truck in a second went underground ... He barely got out alive then. So you're still lucky.

Having got a pack of cheap cigarettes, he lit a cigarette and began to inspect the iron horse, which had been defeated by the elements.

- Damn ... Vadim spat and waved his hand, sadly inspecting the rear of an SUV sticking out of the pit. - I thought I would slip through the edge. And the devil pulled me along this road ... We drove here from Kostomuksha’s direction - there was a normal road, yes, they said it washed away, so I had to return here ...

Hopefully, he looked around at the men jumping out of the “loaf”, who were glad to have some time to warm up, gathered around the hapless tourists in a semicircle, sympathetically shouting their tongues and smoldering stinky “I will take” from which even the midge tried to keep away.

Lena did not take part in the conversation, sitting down at a distance on her backpack and watching the assembled council. They managed to pull things out of the trunk for the most part, fearing that the car would completely slip under the water, and there were already not many of those things. They almost all made up the products, for the two weeks that they lived in the improvised camp on the lake, the fuel also remained only in the tank, Vadim filled up the remains of the canisters when they started to gather back.

- And what men, can you pull, eh? Hopefully Vadim addressed them. - I have a sling, now we will grab it and ... I will cry, do not worry.

While the brigadier thoughtfully examined the stuck SUV from the "loaf" went the rest of its passengers.First, with difficulty squeezing through the doorway, a huge big man came down, apparently carrying out all the hard physical work. Behind his very broad back, the thin, wiry, skinny figure was either an Uzbek, or a Kirghiz. Both were in work pants and T-shirts. From constant sun exposure, their skin was covered with an earthen tan. The attention of two men was attracted not so much by a tilted jeep, as a young girl sitting aside. The driver of the UAZ a was the last to arrive - a bearded old man in a stretched shapeless jacket.

- Guys, what got up, go to clear the road, - growled their boss, making a deep zatyag, and two eyes that built the girl, immediately went back. Pulling chain chainsaws out of the car, they headed for a fallen tree.

After listening to Vadim, the brigadier looked at the old man.

- Petrovich, what do you say? - He asked the driver, approaching to "shoot" a cigarette.

He only grinned his toothless mouth and shook his head, stroking himself for the remnants of liquid hair.

- Noooo ... Are you crazy? But I'll drive the cardan ... You know what the condition is in the state ... You can get to the house, "he answered and, having lit, added," here you have to pull out with a tractor.

Meanwhile, the chainsaws squealed nastyly, cracking down on dry pine. Sawing a tree trunk into eight large chocks and cutting branches, the guys rolled them to the sides, freeing the passage.

- Guys, well help out! Vadim did not give up looking at the brigadier, then at Petrovich, who, puffing homelessly with his own pipe, scratched his beard, finding old blurred tattoos on his arm below his wrist and on his fingers. - If we don’t go further on foot ... He will come back when the tractor comes, then I looked on the map, there will be about seventy kilometers to the nearest village, and it’s not a fact that he is there. And to spend the night in the woods ... I’d still have one left but my wife ... Yes, and we don’t have any food left, we’ll rather have the wolves for a snack. The gun, that is, yes, all the bullets, the fool shot when he was hunting ducks ...

Vadim was silent as he took his breath and looked hopefully at the elder, who was listening to him with the calmness of the sphinx, as if passing his speech outpourings past his ears. Lena, who was sitting at a distance, saw that the stock of her wife’s eloquence was beginning to come to an end, and he looked frankly sorry. The prospect of stomping further way on foot and on an empty stomach through the night forest pleased her no more than the opportunity to stay here and wait for the weather by the sea. Therefore, having decided to use a tool that had never let her down before - a woman's charm, she pulled the most cute and friendly expression on her face and went to her husband.

- Boys, well help out, really. Well, what do you think? She used to shoot her eyes, as she usually did when she needed help or she was too lazy to do it herself.

- Nah ... Volkov is not here ... But the bear is walking. Last year, two foresters pulled up. An eerie sight ... - the older one intentionally added fuel to the fire.

Apparently the last phrase overwhelmed the girl's patience. Rising from her backpack, she also decided to join the discussion, connecting her feminine charm.

“Oh, you are so smart,” the man grinned when Lena approached them. He lowered the interested look at her orange T-shirt, the fabric of which was effectively stretched under the pressure of the impressive size of the bust.

- Look, look, how busty! - drew the attention of his partner one of the guys. It was not said so loudly, but in the silence of the forest all those present heard these words. Putting the instrument into a loaf, they both returned to the rest of their comrades. For several minutes, the men silently walked around the couple, threw hungry glances at the girl, slyly exchanged glances among themselves and whispered. Then the elder approached Vadim, laid his hand on his shoulder and took him aside.

- Listen, the thing is ... You see ... The mechanic is afraid to break the car, and the guys are rushing home. We ought to somehow be interested in men ...- he began to speak and after a short pause he continued, - I see them your woman has attracted, and she herself, as I look not against it, flirts with the guys like that, - the brigadier added, watching how Elena climbed out of her skin to charm resolve the situation in ...