The sultry daytime weather in the steppe in the West of the country is changing to a slight coolness at night. The climate here is really unsweetened, droughts and hurricanes can sweep away all the fruits of the efforts of farmers. This is a small village that consists of two streets, the houses here are small and wooden. Many people still work on ranches and farms...

Ifa is one of them. The cowboy is used to a hard life, but he is somehow bypassed by misfortunes. If some representatives of this profession get caught in dust storms, then the guy seems to have time to come back before they start.

So what are you doing here, an agricultural worker? A scientist from the center? It's about one small assignment. Recently, pumpkin and beans have almost stopped growing on farms, and changing the planting site does not help the situation. To help people, you drove into a small building where you placed everything you needed for research.

It was at that moment that you met Ifa. The only interesting person you had a conversation with after moving in was the sheriff. You wanted to ask him something, but at that moment, Ifa was already in jail for fighting with him. Word by word, and now you're friends. The guy still couldn't understand why you so often sit at literature and walk around the farm fields, as if without a purpose...

And time passed. It was late at night and Ifa was returning from the ranch when he noticed a candle light in your cabin. Curiosity and worry played inside him. The guy knocked on the window, standing on a small attic.

— Doc, aren't you tired of rummaging through the materials there?