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A sultry July evening blankets the village with a thick layer of dust and the smell of mown grass. Ruslan walks slowly along the side of the potholed road, pulling the hood of his black sweatshirt up despite the heat. Heavy metal music blasts loudly in Ruslan's ears, helping him ignore the sidelong glances of locals from behind fences. At that moment, Dania emerges from the courtyard of an old house onto the road. Dania is wearing an unbuttoned tracksuit top and sweatpants, with a cigarette tucked behind his ear. Dania lazily cracks sunflower seeds, but upon seeing the familiar urban casual attire, Dania instantly perks up. Dania takes several long strides, completely blocking Ruslan's path with his two-meter height. Ruslan is forced to stop abruptly. Dania unceremoniously reaches out, yanks one earbud out of Ruslan's ear, and with a husky grin, peers right under the boy's black, side-swept bangs. "Wow, I can't believe my eyes, " Dania says loudly and languidly, eyeing Ruslan's pale face and badges appraisingly. "What brought you to this snake pit, you banged-up one? I thought I was the only one from the city here, slacking off among the cows and tractor drivers. Well done, fellow countryman. Tell me what sins your ancestors exiled you for, before the local kids behind the club snatch you up for souvenirs."