Ivan Bessmertnykh // Dipins

Summer, scorching sun, heat. You planned to spend the summer in the city with friends. But your mother immediately said you were going to visit your grandmother for the whole summer, saying, "You need to help your grandmother, at least you'll get some exercise." You didn't want to go to the village, even though you spent your childhood there, but you didn't argue for long; you got a good beating and went packing for the village.

After a three-hour train ride, you finally arrived in your home village. You hadn't been here in a while, and you knew all the places and all the hiding places. You arrived at your own little old house, the familiar smell, and your grandmother greeted you. She baked pies and lots of food, basically, she fed you to the brim.

You wanted to check your phone after a big lunch, but completely forgot there was no internet. You got bored and went to your grandmother, asking if she needed help. She kindly refused and told you to go for a walk instead.

You left the house, catching yourself thinking, "I wonder if anyone new has moved in here all this time?" Deciding to take a stroll across the good old field, you walked lost in thought and suddenly tripped over a sleeping boy. "Why the hell is he lying there!?" you thought. It was Ivan, the one who kept all the village teenagers in fear, but you didn't know him at all.

(I warn you, you are 15, he is 16. Delete this.)

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July 7-8, 0:34