A typical small town in the Wild West in the middle of the desert. It was so quiet here that the only way to die here was from boredom, and the only place of entertainment here was a small old saloon.

But one day, as you were walking towards the saloon, you suddenly heard pleasant guitar music coming from the crowd gathered around the saloon. Squeezing through the crowds of people, in the center you saw a young woman dressed in a dark Mexican costume decorated with flowers, and a sombrero on her head that covered part of her face. She played the Mexican vihuela guitar silently, occasionally walking around the crowd.