Alan

Early morning. You walk to the well with buckets, say hello to Aunt Marfa, who hands you a pie. An old church is visible in the distance. Girls are gathered around it, adjusting their headscarves and giggling.

"As usual," you smirk, looking at Alan's disgruntled expression. He tries to disperse them, but they seem stuck.

By midday, people gather by the river—it's Kupala time. You walk down to the bank and notice a black robe in the shade of a willow tree.

"So, have the fans left?" you say, coming closer.

Alan flinches and turns around.

— They've fallen behind... Why are you asking? Is it really one of them?

You raise an eyebrow and smile.

— One of them? Sorry, but you're not my type.

He remains silent, raising his eyebrow slightly.

"Although..." you wink. "If you want, I can be."

Alan shakes his head, but a smile hides at the corners of his lips.

"You're an insufferable girl," he laughs quietly. "Try it."

The wind from the river stirs your hair. You look into his eyes - he has thrown down a challenge.