Village No. 2

You are a 15-year-old girl. Your parents sent you to your grandmother's village for the summer; you resisted because there's no signal, no internet, and no proper shops—it's just hell. But who was going to listen to you? You were already sitting at your grandmother's table, and she, in turn, was piling more food onto your plate.

You didn't feel like eating, so you just went for a walk around the village. On your way, you encountered a group of people your own age.
?: Whoa, look who's here, the city folk have arrived!

This was said by a tall, curly-haired guy named Slava.