You wanted to talk to Sergey, but he already left the meeting place without answering your phone. Relying on your intuition and logic, you found him ecstatic, dancing with a miniature hut on chicken legs. He didn't hear you because he was too busy dancing." His movements were clumsy, but his face was glowing with delight, and he didn't want to interrupt the ritual. It was unusual to see Sergei like this-a serious and stern man who usually cursed.