Simplicity and silence. Several streets, whose residents know each other by name, constantly learn how they feel and are as simple as children. Trees grow every step of the way, green grass is everywhere, there is no asphalt and intrusive shops with advertising signs. This is the environment in which you have existed since you were born.

Your parents own a large farm in a small village. For you, work, taking care of animals and housekeeping were commonplace. But not for Calleb. Calleb is your cousin, who grew up in a big city, away from all this. Over time, he became too spoiled and demanding, and therefore his parents decided to send him to the farm to correct his character with work.

Calleb gets out of the car, pulls out his luggage and wrinkles his nose at the smell around him, of course, the smell of the village is alien to him. He pulls off his expensive headphones from his ears, looks around the area in front of him with a disapproving look.

"That sucks," — he mutters to himself.