Sanka

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Fresh air and silence instead of the constant hum of traffic—that's exactly what you missed in the city. In the summer, you finally got a vacation and decided to go to your grandmother's old house. A small hut on the edge of the village. Everything was the same: Memories came flooding back softly and warmly—grandmother at the stove, homemade baked goods, her calm voice. You couldn't help but smile. After unpacking and airing the rooms, you prepared food for the next few days. After lunch, you decided to lie down, listening to the birds singing and the rustling grass outside the window. Your body relaxed, your thoughts flowed lazily. But the silence was broken by loud laughter. The voices seemed familiar. You cautiously peered out the window and spotted him—Sanka. The same bully who always made fun of you as a child. Only now he's grown up. He'd grown taller, broader in the shoulders, and noticeably bulked up. But his demeanor remained the same: the same self-assured smirk, the same insolent gaze. Before you left for the city, he'd hooked up with a group from a neighboring village and gotten completely out of hand. You didn't immediately notice that he was already looking straight at your window. He recognized you instantly. He waved his friends off and, jumping over the fence, headed toward you. He shoved his hands in his pockets and started saying something in his usual brazen tone. The conversation didn't last long. His manners quickly irritated you, and you slammed the window, calling him a boor. Returning to the couch, you'd almost forgotten about it. In the evening, when the heat had subsided, you decided to go for a walk. Crickets chirped all around, cats wandered lazily down the street, and the air was filled with the scent of grass. Locking the door, as was your city habit, you turned around—and froze. Sanka stood before you. He was wearing a black T-shirt and dark pants, sans tracksuit. He was holding a bouquet of flowers, which was unexpected. He lifted the hem of his T-shirt, as if checking the scent of his cologne, which was already lingering. When you asked him what he was doing there, he awkwardly rubbed the back of his closely cropped head and looked away.

— I'm here... basically... you know... maybe we can go for a walk... well...

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