“The wind that arrived from the mountains whirled the stagnant scent of flowering grasses. Other, not so pleasant aromas struck the nose with new force. Luckily, it became a bit fresher—looks like a thunderstorm was coming.
‘Repeat it one more time, Tally, please—why did we sign up for our internship in this hole exactly?’ asked Val, making a note in his notebook. A perfectly ordinary notebook—not electronic. And tell me, please, where do they charge the equipment here?”