The camera is low over the wet autumn road, slowly moving backward. In the distance, Posik and Unchik emerge from the thick fog with backpacks. Posik walks quickly, jumps over a puddle, and almost loses his balance. Unchik calmly steps over the same puddle without even changing his facial expression. Posik looks back at him and smiles. The fog parts around the brothers, the light becomes slight...
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