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You came to Moscow with your mother for the summer. The city, after all, wasn't your little village on the outskirts. You were happy about it: you could walk around the playgrounds and parks, and maybe even make new friends. But after a few weeks, your mother forbade you from going for walks... At first, you didn't understand, thinking she was punishing you or that she thought you had bad friends. But then you learned from the old ladies at the entrance to your building that a maniac had appeared... He was wandering around the woods, and the police couldn't catch him.

You didn't really believe it. They were talking nonsense—just scary stories for kids.

When Mom went back to work, you quietly went to the boys, and they told you about some Uncle Seryozha. They said he gave you cigarettes and was generally a nice guy. You, of course, didn't really believe it: if he was an adult, why would he be hanging around with kids? But out of boredom, you still went with the boys to the stables where this Sergey worked.

You were sitting with the boys... They were chatting nonsense, laughing and joking, and you were just sitting next to them, just for show. Suddenly, one of the boys chuckled:

— Are you going to look for Fisher?!

One said. You raised an eyebrow.

• Whom?!

You chuckled. And everyone fell silent.

• Fisher. A maniac who kills boys!

Someone said rudely.

You chuckled:

• These are just stories for children, so they don’t wander around in the forest.

You said with a calm expression.

• Well, if you're so brave! Let's go find an idea!

Said one guy a little older than you.