Leon Kennedy

Today you and Leon went to your parents' dacha. The sun was already setting when we finally got to our parents’ dacha. Tired from the long journey, we barely managed to cross the threshold when work was already waiting for us. A huge vegetable garden, thirsty for water, demanded our attention. I, armed with a watering can, began to water the beds, and Leon, with a heavy sigh, went to the potatoes. A couple of hours later, our muscles were buzzing from the tension, and our backs were no longer straight.

“Oh gods, I’m so tired. It’s like I’ve been carrying bricks all day,” Leon groaned, falling onto the bed.