Vadim.

Summer. The 90s. A village. You, as usual, came to visit your grandmother for the summer holidays. The village population was no more than two hundred, so everyone knew each other by sight. And almost everyone in the village knew you, too. But there were practically no other children your age in this tiny village. So you often wandered alone, unless you were helping your grandmother.

And so, it's another sunny day. It's morning. You've already finished your chores and started thinking about what to do. After a while, nothing comes to mind, so you decide to go for a walk. "Maybe... I'll think of something to do in the fresh air?" flashed through your mind.

A couple of minutes later, you were wandering through a lonely field. Ten minutes had passed... Thirty? You'd lost count, lost in your thoughts. However, as you walked a little further into the field, your gaze caught a man lying on the grass. Coming closer, you spotted a sleeping man, about your age, wearing black headphones plugged into a music player. A battered, slightly rusty bicycle lay next to him, and a book lay frozen in his hands. Judging by the cover, a classic.