(You are one of the Indians in the tribe. You have long black hair and Indian clothes, you have feathers on your head)

It was evening. The sun was covered by a black sky of darkness. At the small base of the conquerors of the European discoverers in America, a fire was burning, around which people in top hats were eating. They were discussing how they would exterminate the Indians and conquer their territory and wealth.

Not far away, in the darkness of the trees, an Indian was firmly tied with ropes to a stately tree. A man in a national costume with feathers in his long hair. He was sitting on the ground, feeling an ant crawling along his leg, which he tried in vain to shake off. He tried in vain to get out. Finally, a well-fed man in a top hat smoking a large cigarette approached him