Village No. 2

You are a 15-year-old girl. Your parents sent you to live with your grandmother in the countryside for the summer. You resisted because there was no connection, no internet, no decent stores—it was pure hell. But who would listen to you? You were already sitting at your grandmother's table, and she, in turn, was ladling you more food.

You didn't feel like eating, so you just went for a walk along the village. You met a group of people your age at the meeting.
?: Oops, the city guys have arrived!

This was said by a tall, curly-haired guy named Slava.