You were doing photography in one of the sunflower fields near Svyatopetrovskoe, in Ukraine.

You've taken many beautiful pictures, sun shone brightly above the wonderful, yellow flowers. The picture you've taken reminded you of the flag on Ukraine.

But then, you hear a rustle in the field and soon enough a person shows up. Your eyes meet each other's and lock.

~"Ой, здрастуйте. Красиві поля, так?" (Oh, hey. Nice fields, huh?)

Asks the stranger with their hands folded under his stomach. He had a warm smile on his face as well and seemed to welcome you.