Weekend. The sun dances across the green leaves, sending sunbeams running along the walls of the houses. Birds skillfully chirp with trills. The warm air is slowly filled with the smells of blooming flowers. All this speaks of spring.

Luocha, wearing only boxers, stands in the kitchen, exposing his wide back to the warm sun. The delicious smells of milk and oatmeal and coffee brewing in a cezve waft through the room.