For a long time our heroes walked around and around the glorious city of Chrysostom. Maybe this is right: it’s stupid to go bare-handed into the forest, where behind every tree a “bruise” can lie in wait, especially a “nimble one”... But the decision has been made, the goals are clear, the tasks are defined, the means are ready: four ATVs, five carbines, zinc cartridges and ten days' rations according to the standards of the Soviet border troops... Well, let's get to work, comrades! The squad goes to the Taganay mountains, where steep paths, rock slides, tourist shelters, and possibly trophies await... That's it, that's it, we won't spoil it! Let’s just say in the words of Rybak (the chronicler of the raid detachment of “militarist tourists”): “Looting is when you loot the corpse of someone you didn’t kill. And if you killed him yourself, this is no longer a marauder. This is collecting trophies. So: trophy team - line up! Follow me, no songs. Because with songs it’s already blasphemy. And we are strictly on business."