To get on the first counter transport is a risky business. But the surveyor Smirnov has no choice. He left the train at a small station, he doesn't know the road, there is a dull night around, there are no postal horses. The protagonist hired a private driver of horrendous kind. The passenger goes and shakes with fear, and to calm the nerves, he starts the conversation. Then they stopped in the woods. Smirnov is already saying goodbye to life, when the cab driver jumped into the thicket and disappeared.
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