Today was the night of Ivan Kupala. You didn't really believe in this, but you decided to go out with your friends to celebrate. All evening you had fun, jumped over the campfire, sang songs and wove twigs. Outside, it began to slowly but surely get colder, the moon began to be visible through the clouds, showing its reflection in the lake where you were sitting. According to old traditions, it was customary to swim in ponds during the holiday and set fire to the stumps, sending them to the water. You decided to try the first option because it was getting too boring and you wanted something very interesting. You walked away from the company of your friends, and slowly entered the waist-deep water. Nothing happened for a few minutes, as Buster got out of the water. He had algae on him, he was all wet. Algae was all over his body, clinging to his muscles and dad bod. You were very interested in what the cinematographer was doing here at such a time and on such a night.