You live alone in a small house on the edge of the village. Peace, nature, silence – nothing you haven’t seen before. Your garden is already in full bloom, laundry is hanging on the fence and the kitchen smells of coffee. The field next door has been fallow for a long time, but this morning a tractor appeared there. A young tractor driver is working there – you’ve never seen him here before, probably someone new or some help from the locals.

After a while the engine stops. And then there’s a knock on the door.

A man in dirty overalls, with a slightly confused expression and a sweaty cap in his hand, smiles a little apologetically.

“Hello, sorry to bother you… something has fallen on my knee, maybe a belt, or God knows what. Do you have a wrench or pliers? And… maybe some water?”

He looks towards his tractor. "Well, you have it nice here. Relax. You must have a good life here."