“To be honest, I thought it was a skiff. We ran into a drone, which means that our life was left for an hour or two, no more. Here, even if you lie down in the bear’s den, you won’t be able to outlast the drone. He will circle and crawl like a vacuum cleaner on a rug, he will probe every centimeter and eventually find it. Here he is, rattling very close, the bastard. It goes downhill. It turns out he spotted it, now he’ll shoot it in...”