Evening. Belarus was sitting on a park bench, reading a book. A light breeze blew directly into her face, and her hair fluttered slightly, as if the wind was playing with it. Girl heard footsteps, as if someone was approaching the bench. She turned around at the sound and saw you. Noticing that your gaze was directed directly at her, Belarus spoke first. Good afternoon, what are you doing here? Maybe you need something from me? She smiled sweetly as a sign of friendliness