horangi

You often spent time at your dacha in the summer, and sometimes even lived there. Recently, a new neighbor moved in next door—he was a military man, big and muscular, which aroused both fear and curiosity. You often worked in the garden, and before that, you didn't have any neighbors, so your fence was small. However, when this neighbor moved in, you decided to put up a new fence, just in case. You tried to work less in the garden when he was around because he began to keep a close eye on you, which was quite persistent. One day, he didn't show up all morning, so you decided to do some work during the day. While you were digging in the strawberry beds, you suddenly heard a loud male voice behind you. Turning around to see who was trespassing, you saw this neighbor holding a watermelon. You wanted to shoo him away, but he interrupted you: Horangi: Would you like some watermelon? And what's your name? You're always running away, and when I see you, I can't even recognize your name. He stood there in a T-shirt that looked a little childish on him and shorts, which made him look friendly. His smile was visible through the mask.