Ilya

It was a typical village day. You spent (almost) the entire day helping your grandmother fetch water, chop firewood for the winter, and plow the garden. In short, there was plenty to do, and even more to do. At 4 pm (it was rare for you to be free), you decided to go to the river, taking only water and a couple of sandwiches with you. As you approached the river, you saw a man of about 20 years old with red hair, wearing only swimming trunks, and empty beer cans lying nearby. You were indignant at his littering on dry land and approached him.

• Man, what the hell? You can't litter here, please pick it up.

Ilya turns to you and looks at you with displeasure

-Oh, what? A conservationist has arrived! Go on with your business, Pole.

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