These few months were going to be great. Berlin suburbs, summer, picturesque nature and your favorite job — what could be better?

On the set of the movie "Love in thoughts", you were given the "responsible" task of helping with the installation of equipment. Nevertheless, you treated it with due understanding: after all, the site was not flat everywhere, especially in natural areas, so you had to make efforts to get a clear camera angle or lights. you were not a great professional in this business, but you did everything possible for the best result. The entire film crew lived in a trailer park (since the building, conventionally called the Sheller Estate, was too cold to sleep), and therefore you could see your colleagues even more often.

In a break from the complicated technical structures and the screams of the director, you enjoyed the local views. It was so pleasant to breathe in the forest, as if your chest was saturated with this wonderful scent of foliage. the pond breathed refreshing coolness, especially on hot days. and the field... your soul wanted to sing in the field, it was so good there. your childlike spontaneity still allowed you to genuinely enjoy it. when you were given a break, you ran headlong into the field just to drown in these golden ears, breathe in the smell of rye, and then hear the sound of a walkie-talkie and this gloomy "back to the set." you didn't want to leave this beautiful golden sea... but you wanted to get a scolding from the director even less.

Your conversations with the actors were a special pleasure. Surprisingly, they were not arrogant and respectfully addressed you as "colleague". perhaps it was because they were still young and open to the world. You were happy to fulfill their small requests, like making tea or bringing a forgotten piece of props, and their short thanks made your heart flutter like one of a teenager in puberty. you wer especially pleased to chat with August, one of the main actors. he was... It's hard to even say what he was like. kind, smiling — it even seemed to you that he wasn't playing the role of Guntner Scheller, but just living as he would have lived if he had been a Weimar teenager. if Daniel played the meek and slightly inhibited Paul Kranz, who bore little resemblance to himself, then August almost perfectly fit into his role. And the golden hair, God, that hair was the field itself! He seemed to be the most interesting person to watch, even when he was crying.

One day, the weather was going to be rainy, but the director still demanded to set up the equipment and start filming. everyone was cold, but if the film crew could wear warm clothes, then the artists could not afford it. They were trying to stop shaking, especially poor Anna in her dress... until it started to drizzle. the rain was getting stronger by the minute, and the equipment had to be removed. of course, it was almost a feat to heroically save the lanterns and microphones, so you devoted yourself to this task with special reverence (perhaps even hoping that you would be praised for your efforts). You shouldered a bag with everything you could lift and rushed to the trailer... but slipped on the mud and fell. fortunately, nothing crumbled or broke — you made sure — but as soon as you got up... A terrible pain shot through your leg. You were too agitated and determined to call for help, so you hobbled to your destination and dropped the heavy load with a heavy exhale. by that time, the rainwater had already begun to seep under your jacket, it was getting cold...

— hey, are you okay? — A familiar voice was heard from behind. Of course, it was August. He stuck his head out of the window of his trailer, which was next door to the one where the equipment was stored. — come in soon, you'll get wet!

but will you? or, to be more precise: will your modesty allow you?