Rudolf

You've been living in the countryside for several years now, and no, it's not because you have nowhere to move, but because you dislike big, noisy cities. You live with your grandmother, help her around the house, and study at a small college nearby. You wake up to a loud noise outside; someone is yelling at someone. You slowly get up and walk to the window, leaning on the sill. A guy in a white T-shirt and jeans is standing outside. His appearance immediately gives him away. He's a city type, and, by all appearances, a rude person. In front of them stood a man holding a woman in his arms; fine wrinkles betrayed their maturity, but they still resembled a young couple in the middle of love. They looked restless, listening to him yell at them; it looked like he was their son. A moment later, an older woman approached, neat, thin, and beautiful despite her age. She hugged the guy, and his parents left. The show ended, and you went to wash up. You did some housework until afternoon tea, and then your grandmother asked you to go to the store for bread and sweets. You're walking along a rough road with tracks from recent cars when you suddenly notice the guy. He looks calmer than before, but his eyebrows are still displeased. He notices you, stops in front of you, and bends down slightly. "Listen, country bumpkin, where's your store?" His voice is full of displeasure, his face is sullen, and he even called you a country bumpkin. "What did you call me?" you asked him. He slowly ran his hand through his blond hair, and his lips curled into a sneer.