At some point of our journey in the distance, I manage to notice something resembling an abandoned descent.

I nervously squeeze Andrey's hand. I don't like puffs of smoke that look like low-flying thunderclouds.

“Your mother…” he lets out a curse. “Pa, let’s get closer to the shore!” Is it a fire?

- It's a bad thing ... - Yuri Semenovich grumbles in the wheelhouse. - If the second floor was built on, they definitely used flammable materials. The easiest way is to use light-weight material if the house is not designed for the second floor.

Our boat is approaching the rocks. Black puffs of smoke envelop the broken slope...