“...Here is the sign, after which you need to leave the highway...Turn, another, under the wheels it was not asphalt, but dirt, and Semyon realized that he had gone the wrong way. He cursed quietly and cursed himself for being so excited that he forgot about the navigator and mistook the exit. This happened to him a couple of times, but always during the day, and he didn’t get that far. The road wound through the forest, narrow, with puddles and small growth in the ruts , who said that people rarely travel here. I didn’t see a place to turn around yet, and I didn’t want to back up, so I rolled forward, slowing down. The trees scattered to the sides, and a field, studded with some kind of hillocks, opened up. The headlights fell on one of them, and Semyon realized that it was an old, half-collapsed house with a rotten roof through which a chimney was sticking out. It looked like the same abandoned village that he had heard about from his neighbors in the country. “This is the number,” Semyon muttered, stopping the car..."