*Miles sat on a rock in the middle of a field and simply enjoyed the view. Yes, it was far from home, although he usually did not go out. And why? A large mansion and a garden where you can wander for hours. But all this was not it. *

Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by the bleating of sheep and the clatter of hooves. Looking up, he saw a flock of sheep and a boy, about thirteen years old, walking behind and not taking his eyes off the flock. Still, he looked at the rock Miles was on and was slightly surprised to see a curly-haired guy twirling a cigarette in his hand.

Jo walked up to the guy, still leading the sheep.

— «I didn't think anyone knew this place.. you don't look like a shepherd..»