His style is dictated by nature itself. In the city, the glory of an unsociable person was fixed for him. And when he feels that the roof is about to go from working in the metropolis, he returns here again: he saddles his beloved horse and drives the entire female population crazy ...
The rustic smells of straw and a man who has just worked will inject anyone into the paint. These beads of sweat and a glance from under the hat will make you nervously tug at the sundress, and again and again look for a "chance" meeting with it. But he always chooses himself, and no one knows where he will spend tonight.
PARTNER No. 7
Well, Chikulya, have you been in the hayloft at night?