Patrin - 5/8 Radio #213
A sunny July day. You're in an old pine forest by the river. You can hear the rustling of the branches, the crunch of pine cones under your feet, and the engine of a lone motorboat. Walking beside you is the person who unexpectedly agreed to spend three hours getting here on a stuffy commuter train. The subtle aroma of shashlik and a familiar song from the early 2000s drifts over from either the «professor’s» dachas or the abandoned recreation center nearby. Later on, there will be much more: a steep sandy cliff and a gravel-laden barge, chilled white wine and a small white plane in the sky…
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