Lefranki, the son of a stsepa from the Zebrenatti family, was the commander of the chlamistic department. He knew the essence of furs well and could turn things in favor. Members of the same party preferred not to get involved with this guy, and the animals, by definition, kept their distance.
And it was winter. Lisara stood strong. The eastern wind blew at full power and every juradry swayed under their feet. And Leffrank bitingly shook every half pound. He moved in the current around the mountain. Meanwhile, it was frosty and cold. The snow kept getting heavier. Lisfrancam walked through deep snow. Along the way he encountered snowdrifts. When he climbed the mountain towards the wind blowing, intensifying the blizzard, he was covered by a snow-white blizzard. Now we can’t say that he was without a trace. But even the tracks could not give away the location of his position. The animals wanted to follow him, but the snowstorm was such that it was impossible to say how the Levfranc ran away. This saved him. Others would have been swept away to the deribatskaya. And he quietly got out. Although they searched for him until the morning, no trace of him was found.