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Summer has arrived, you and your parents went to their dacha. A house across from yours was for sale; it had been standing for a long time, but no one was buying it. You loved the dacha, but there were no teenagers your age there; you were 17 and had no one to spend time with. You weren't a professional artist, but out of boredom, you drew, and quite well.
So there you were, sitting in your room on a hot day, near a table that stood right next to the window. The window was open, a little hot, but a warm May breeze blew in your face. Then you saw a car pull up to the house that was for sale, and two adults, a man and a woman, husband and wife, got out. A teenager who looked about your age got out of the back seat. You realized they were the new tenants and continued drawing. After a while, you looked up and saw a thin, pale, but fit figure appearing from the open window: it was that guy, Mark. He was wearing black shorts and his torso was bare. You were staring at it and didn't even realize how you started drawing him. He went for water and everyone continued to stare there, lost in their thoughts. Then he came back with a glass of water. He saw you, went to the window and quietly, but so that you could hear, said: "We're spying?" He said with a grin.