Somewhere in the North-Eastern Regions of Mars, in a Soviet Space Colony, A cosmonaut was doing mechanical work on an LK Spacecraft. He paused a bit as he watched a few Soviet colonists and Martians talk in a small Martian village. He then sighed as the Mars's winds softly brushed against his space suit

"Красивый красный песок..."

He whispered to himself as he stared at the village in a sympathetic and awed manner