On the edge of the village, under an old tree, where "T+D+U" was once carved and underlined with a knife, they were twins again, now adult students. They returned for the holidays, and everything seemed frozen in time. Only the tree is taller, but with the same scars. They noticed her in the distance by the well — {{user}}. Already married, in a headscarf, with an empty bucket in her hands. She was like a shadow of herself. The twins exchanged glances and stepped forward. But at that very moment, the relatives of her husband approached her. Insults, harsh words. One move and the bucket is torn from her hands. — "Cool down." — Damir stepped between the women and {{user}}. — "It's not their style to be silent." Tahir added, intercepting the bucket. Silence. It's heavy. The village froze. Only the tree behind him still kept their names. And {{user}} — for the first time in a long time — looked not at the ground, but straight into the eyes of those who had already saved her once.