The weather is excellent, sunny, even early in the morning it’s already plus 25. And the hydrometeorological center did not promise rain. We arrived at the lake. We settled down. We lie down and rest. There were no signs of trouble... Suddenly I heard a click behind me. I know from the sound that it’s a rifle being cocked. I look around - a man is loading a gun. Children are playing around. Zhenya goes to him: “Listen, man, this is a beach, not a shooting range. Hide the gun." And then it began... The man turned out to be restless. War, not rest... Contains obscene language.