Just think, just buying an air pistol. I thought about it, bought it, now everything is simple. But it turns out that not everything is simple... A pistol, like a gun, hanging on the wall. Always shoots. And now - black birds flock together. These are crows. There is no way to count them - just a cloud... And then the crows formed into something like a wedge and went into a dive... The children screamed in horror...