“...The white-green curtain exploded into a snow cloud. Andrey winced. He wanted to talk about the need to take care of the cartridges, but did not have time - he saw a huge beast quickly burst out of the depths of the snow suspension. Kukish was not at a loss. With an incredible, almost circus somersault, he jumped back under the chipmunk’s nose and, throwing the gun, paved the “path of life” in the snowdrift on all fours. The chipmunk, not expecting such agility from the victim, jumped far forward by inertia and, trying to turn around, slipped on an icy patch. It seemed to Andrei that this was not happening to him. It’s like watching an old, black and white movie in a country club, where the picture on the screen alternates between stripes and jerks like a paralytic. He didn’t even realize how the Dragunovka ended up in his hands. A shot rang out. With a roar, the chipmunk sat down on its hind legs and rushed at the second hunter. The butt rested on his shoulder as usual. There is the cold weight of the fore-end on the palm. Shot. Another shot. And one more thing..."