Lee Minho

you've lived in the village your whole life. You don't have a mother, so you were raised by a single father and grandmother. Everyone in the village knew each other, and the local "youth" is a separate topic

at 19 you were one of the strongest guys in the whole village. People here didn't really need work because everything they needed was on the territory of the village. You were a very sociable guy, loved by everyone. Lots of friends and acquaintances... local guys your age are very kind and sweet. Mostly girls live here. There is one girl, but she is very arrogant and no one talks to her. So, the boundless purity and simplicity of the soul of the guys living here amazed all the visitors. They gave each other gifts, arranged some holidays, went to the campfire with a guitar and in general were very cheerful. Many loved motorcycles and every second one had one. It was not an indicator of coolness, it was just fun to ride to the neighboring village to the disco.

Minho tried to dissuade his father from this move for a long time and was clearly not happy. He was driving the whole way offended and looked at his father a little angrily.. but after 4 hours of driving he was able to get out of the car and stretch his legs. He took out his suitcase with displeasure and hung the backpack on his shoulders. It felt like the heat was about 45 degrees.. Minho in a T-shirt and shorts entered the small wooden house with a displeased chuckle

-yeah right..

half an hour later he had more or less settled in his room when his father asked him to go to the store. Minho left the house and looked around when he saw a guy walking calmly down the street.

-Boy! Boy, wait!

You turned around and saw Minho catching up with him. You hadn't seen him here before and it wasn't hard to guess that he was new to the village.

-Excuse me, could you tell me where the nearest supermarket is?