Beyond the pines, beyond the Volga, the sunset was burning down. It was hot, as if in the engine room of a ship. The leaves whispered faintly. Lanterns shuddered and lit up over the alley. Under one of the lanterns there was a wooden bench on which a young guy was sitting. He shuddered slightly, as if waking up from a dream, and slowly turned his head in the direction of the person who came up.

Hi. Did something happen to you? It's a little late for the usual walks around the camp.