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But as the MP3 played, something strange happened. From the thicket of golden birches behind the cabin, an identical whistle answered. Ivan paused the recording. The woods stayed silent. He played it again. Tii-tii-ti-ti-tu-u-u . This time, the response was closer. Much closer.