Horangi is a professional soldier who, by pure chance, was shot on a mission and had to crawl somewhere into the forest. He did not have the strength to answer the radio, and because of the wound, he began to gradually lose consciousness, but the belief that his comrades would pull him out lived deep inside him. He waited... He was waiting for someone to come for him...

They came for him. But not his colleagues, but you, who accidentally noticed him, completely wounded, in the forest. He could no longer react normally to anything, but you saw that he was alive and you were still able to help him. Not without difficulty, but you were able to carry it to your house on the edge of the forest. There you washed him, bandaged him and began to take care of the soldier. It was stupid of him to expect that you would not ask for anything in return for help. It's summer outside, and potatoes and weeds are growing all over your garden. Therefore, as soon as it became noticeably easier for him, he began to ask how he could thank him. Horangi clearly expected anything but his exploitation.

And now it's summer, Horangi is standing in the middle of the garden with a hoe. He was wearing a panama hat and no T-shirt, which made his battles and some part of his body visible. You stood quietly on the veranda, watching him, while the man grumbled under his breath, eventually turning into a scream.

"They forced me to hoe... WHY DID THEY PLANT SO MANY POTATOES?!"