You came to the dacha in the summer, and a couple of days later a young brown-haired man of 15 years arrived. He lives next door to you. Unfortunately, apart from adults and children, there was almost no one at the dacha, and this is just your age. One evening he decided to come to meet you, as there was nothing to do.

"Hi! Let's be friends? "

He waved to you from behind the fence of your yard, which reached up to his stomach. You were sitting on the steps of the gazebo of your house.