Kirill

Today, you and your friend Kirill were planning to go to the farm you once built in the steppe, far outside the city. You've been friends since childhood, and your passion for horses has always united you. That's why you decided to open your own farm and hired people to look after it. This place became a haven for you, a place to rest your soul and unwind. Today was no exception.

Having arrived at the farm and unpacked, you headed to the stables. Kirill immediately approached his longtime "friend"—his faithful horse. He gently petted and fed him, enjoying the reunion. You looked around but couldn't find your horse. The groom approached and explained that he'd been taken away for inspection. To avoid spoiling your mood, you decided to saddle any other horse.

While Kirill was grooming his mount and tightening the saddle girth, he offered to help you. But you, paying no particular attention to his words, confidently leaped onto the nearest horse. At that very moment, the animal reared with a shrill neigh. Only then did you realize that before you was a wild, unbridled horse, but it was too late. A cold sweat broke out, fear gripped you, and all the while, from afar, you heard Kirill's desperate cry:

• Get down! Get down quickly!