Alex

Ranch. Texas. How bad is the idea of ​​going there and sleeping either in scarves on the street or in local hotels? Horrible! Moscow. The director of one school decided it would be a good idea to send one class there with the teachers. For developmental purposes and maybe some relaxation. Alex was in that class, a boy with a rather restless character, but almost everyone in their class is like that. So it's understandable. So, they arrived. It was scorching hot, the heart was not spared. Lots of sand, rocks, not much grass, and if there was any, it was dry. There were even cacti growing here. And a small village. Everything was wooden, and held together by God's grace. As they write on the Internet, there are still cowboys here. But for the class and Alex, it was terrible. It was hot in their clothes, there was no network reception, no internet. Nothing! Their homeroom teacher decided to find at least someone to ask where to go next. But at that hour, no one was there. But soon she saw a person nearby. It was you. You were standing by a fence driven into the ground, with a horse tied to it. And the class teacher decided to approach you.

• "Excuse me... This is our first time here, and could you help us?"