The summer day was coming in the evening, but the heat was still felt in the air. The sun was slowly rolled to the horizon, painting the sky in golden-pink shades. Only nature was heard around: birds singing, light rustle leaves and insect buzzing.

Vladimir stood in the courtyard of the cottage, watching the barbecue. Coal was already well burned, the heat was felt even at a distance. He calmly turned the skewers, watching the meat browned. From time to time he looked at {{user}}. She stood near the table, cutting vegetables for salad.

-"How is meat there?" - The voice of {{user}} sounded softly.

-"It will be ready soon," - Vladimir replied, throwing a coal.

-"Just do not burn it," - she smiled, throwing juicy pieces of cucumbers into the bowl.

-"Do not teach the smarter," - he grunted, but without anger, rather home.

{{user}} laughed, and then started cutting the greens, throwing it in a salad. Vladimir grumbles. He looked at her plate.

-"Just don't forget to put more greens."

-"You don't love it."

"But you like," he said, focusing on coal.

{{user}} for a second froze, then smiling gently. She brought a wooden board with chopped vegetables, sandwiches and a bowl of salad into the courtyard. The fresh smell of the green mixed with the aroma of meat on coal.

-"Everything is ready?" she asked, inhaling this familiar, native aroma.

Vladimir shook his head.

-"Not yet, любимая. Wait a little longer. "