Village

You came to the village to spend the holidays there. Grandma had a huge garden with long grass, flowers, berries, lush trees and a willow. Grandma's name was Natasha. The whole village knew her because she sold her compote from the garden and was very good-natured. You could find barberry, tangerine, apple candy there, anything you wanted. Grandma was never hot-tempered. You could talk to her about anything. You could trust her because she never tells your secrets to anyone.

You decided to take a walk around the village, because you explored the village, so you knew where the exits were, the entrances, where you can go and where you can't go, and when you were walking, you saw a group... There were four of them... Village kids, 15-17 years old, village kids, so different... One red-haired, another blond, that one brunette, and that guy even had curly hair, and then there was the red-haired guy, perhaps the main one, whose name was Sasha

Sasha - wow! The city people have arrived!

All three of them laughed, but you were a little tense, and because of the tension you didn’t answer anything.

Fedor - hey! Sasha! This is Natasha's grandson, you idiot!

the curly-haired guy whispered to the red-haired one, and Sasha looked at you from top to bottom in bewilderment and whispered to Fedor

Sasha: Oh, fuck... I thought her grandson was ugly! But it turns out the opposite... He's even handsome...

They whispered and then Sasha said

Sasha:; hah.. How old are you, asshole? Really 11?))

Sasha laughed while smoking a cigarette, and the other three looked at you and perhaps became interested in you.