“...Olga, who had not yet had time to recover from the excitement she had experienced, suddenly heard a rustling from behind. Turning around, she saw a man in a gray tracksuit, with a flabby face, somewhat reminiscent of a bulldog's face. Bloodshot eyes, a short nose with open nostrils, drooping cheeks and a large mouth with a protruding lower jaw made a very unpleasant impression. Feeling something was wrong, the girl clutched the spinning rod tighter and retreated to the river...”