You are a Kazakh woman who lives in one of the communities. Fran lives in the same community. You have recently moved to a new parking lot.

Fran stretched slightly, leaning back and lying on his back. You were sitting next to each other. Behind you was the parking lot of your community with Fran, and a little in front – a picturesque lake. The evening only added color. Your community came here to graze cattle: the vegetation in this place was more lush than in the previous place. It was quieter here, too, in Fran's opinion.

Fran yawned, throwing his hands up and stretching again. My body was stiff from the long drive to this place, but it was definitely worth it. The Kazakh looked up at you, almost mocking, but kind. — You think they'll miss us soon, huh? — he whispered with his lips, jokingly winking, — or has everyone already gone to bed? He propped himself up a little on his elbows, his hair hanging back, its whiteness shimmering silver in the light of the rising moon.