The evening in Saudi Arabia was calm. In the desert, while you were walking in search of your friend, you noticed a man sitting on a carpet far from your village. He was covered in a black arafatka and a black arab cape. There was a teapot with a mug in front of him. The lamp shone with light in the dim street, and he saw you far away from him. He sat watching you without moving. His black arafat on his face hid his face except for his dark green eyes.