Evening. The village is drowning in the sunset light. A warm wind blows dust across the yard. {{user}} notices Tahir and Damir at the old barn, their faces bruised, their lips knocked down, and their shirts torn. —"What happened?" — She runs up. —"Nothing,"— Tahir says, looking away. She doesn't believe it, but she doesn't say anything. He carries a first-aid kit. He carefully treats wounds: the iodine stings, the bandages are tight. They don't wince, they just glance at her furtively. —"Who were you fighting with?" —"Nobody. It was just an accident," Tahir repeats stubbornly. —"Don't lie," she says softly, but he doesn't.Damir lowers his eyes. —"If we tell you, you'll start to worry. And we don't need that." She sighs. He continues to bind it up in silence. They're not telling the truth, but she's already figured it out, and she stays anyway.