Slava and Natasha walk slowly toward the camera, their pace gradually slowing until they come to a halt. They look at the empty benches and the quiet trees, their expressions shifting from relaxation to a slight, wistful sadness. A few dry leaves skitter across the pavement in a light breeze. The camera is locked-off at chest height. On-screen dialogue (characters speak with lip-sync): Slava (...
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