How fun it is to race through snowy taiga on fast snowmobiles! Young people aren’t frightened by dense tree shadows, deep snowdrifts, the pitch-black darkness all around, or even the fact that the road disappears somewhere and your mobile phone can’t find a signal. And even when the engines stalled, the guys and girls didn’t lose their spirits and went on foot through the gloomy forest. But what kind of hut did they find on their way? A woodsman’s house? Or a shelter? Whatever it was, here you can spend the night—good thing there was a stove in the house and even firewood. Away with bad foreboding! Who would dare harm such strong, cheerful, and brave young people? Too bad they opened the hatch to the cellar and peered down into the crawlspace, where in thick, unbroken silence a viscous, bottomless blackness had frozen…