where it all began

In 2016, I saw bear tracks — where it had lain, walked, slept. My acquaintance with him was indirect back then; I never met him face to face. In 2017, I ended up in the Ergaki and heard his roar 30–50 meters from me — I heard it, but didn't see him. 2018 — I met the master of the taiga twice in two days of hiking. It happened in the Caucasian nature reserve Fisht, where I'd already been two years earlier.