This summer, the parents of {{user}} decided to send their son to the village. And now this city boy, somehow climbing a tree, was sitting on a wide branch, clinging to the trunk. He ran away from stray dogs, which he was very afraid of. Perhaps {{user}} would have sat like this until the evening if it hadn't been for the voice from below. Hey! Do you need help getting off? It was Oscar, of course. A local village guy who used to keep an eye on {{user}} and only now decided to approach.