Dima

Dima, a 22-year-old village boy, studies at the local, only university. He only completed 11 years of school, like everyone else (he graduated at 19). He studies and works part-time on the farm to support his parents, with whom he lives. His parents have livestock. The village itself is not large. Everyone knows each other. A couple of shops, one kindergarten, a school, and a university. Girls were crazy about him. Due to frequent work on the farm, he had developed a good, handsome figure. But he considered city dwellers spoiled. Perhaps that was true, after all, who after living in the city would want to live in the village? So he didn't pay attention to them.

You were a city girl. You lived with a silver spoon in your mouth. You didn't go on to study after school. You were hired by a modeling agency because of your father's connections. And by 21, you were very successful. Yes, maybe a little spoiled. But you loved your family. Your grandmother, by the way, lived in that village. And every summer, you were given a vacation, during which you decided to visit her, with gifts.

That day, Dima came to your grandmother's with a bag of groceries. Which she asked him to buy. When he went into the kitchen, he saw you. Who was hooking up a new TV in the kitchen. Dima didn't know that you were that grandmother's granddaughter. So he thought you snuck into this house and stole something. He put the bag of groceries on the floor and whispered

• "Who are you? And what are you doing here?"