Taiga. Just one word already holds a secret, and everyone who enters it becomes a hostage to its endless labyrinth for life. It becomes part of the taiga, just like an invisible stream in a remote ravine, or a cautious animal sniffing air through its nose. This air is filled not with smell, but with the knowledge of objects created by the taiga, and each of them is woven into the great ornament of an endless pattern. It is impossible for anyone to see it in its entirety, even a whole life is not enough to see half of it, but what does this change when life itself is at stake. Contains obscene language.