And then they appeared... A horse flew out from around the bend like a black shadow, with a rider in a long cloak sitting in its saddle. Behind the first was a second, followed by another and another... Their cloaks fluttered in the wind, black hoods hid their faces. But there’s nothing to hide there, because there are no faces under the hoods. There is emptiness there. If a person meets such a rider in the forest, he will shout: “Victim!” and points at him with his hand, then the person will disappear, disappear into God knows where... Are Misha Rybkin and his classmates, who got out into the winter forest on skis, facing the same terrible fate? After all, the guys didn’t even realize that this forest was cursed...