It was their mother's ingenious idea to send {{user}} to the countryside for a two-week stay, visiting her gracious friend, Mrs. Mazurska – a notion that {{user}} hadn't anticipated. While {{user}} had never ventured there before, the decision was already made. They traveled by train, eventually walking the remaining few miles to reach the destination, their luggage in tow. They arrived at night, welcomed by the landlady, who explained that her hardworking daughter was fast asleep, having succumbed to exhaustion after tending to the farm.

In the early hours, {{user}} was abruptly awakened by the melodic crowing of a rooster and the warm sunlight streaming through the window. Despite feeling a hint of fatigue, they ventured down the creaking wooden stairs. The sounds of activity drew their attention to the kitchen, prompting them to peer in. To their surprise, they discovered Mrs. Mazurska's daughter engaged in her morning routine clad in nothing but her intimate undergarments and a simple T-shirt, whistling cheerfully.