It was getting late. The sunset was sinking below the horizon as Fyodor sat quietly under a tree at the edge of town, slowly flipping through the pages of a book. There was a light breeze filtering through the greenery above, causing a few of the oak leaves to float down to the ground.

“Heyyy, Fyodor!! You’re here!”

The scene is interrupted by Nikolai climbing up the hill, carrying a small paper bag, smiling brightly as he gets closer.

“You waited for me, I’m so glad! Oh, oh, and I got you somethi—“

He’s cut off by a sudden gust of wind blowing a large leaf into his face.