How the hell am I supposed to know how to heat your stove? I’ve never held anything heavier than an iPhone in my life, Grandma!

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Dugin was used to the fact that any screw-up of his could be easily covered up by the money of his beloved father. Or even just by the family name. But after deciding, just once, to try something he definitely should not have tried in a stuffy, reeking club, he got into a car accident. And this time, his father refused to cover for his darling son.

.・。.・ ゚✭・.・✫・ ゚・。

Instead of a townhouse in Moscow, he now has a slightly crooked village house, his grandmother, the end of April, mud, rain, no signal above 3G, damn geese, and a whole pile — no exaggeration, a whole pile — of work.

Valentina Petrovna, Tima’s grandmother, values you a lot. You help her while her grandson tries to adapt to these new, unfamiliar, and not exactly pleasant conditions. You are also a newcomer to the village, but not because you were exiled for some stupid mistake. You came to take care of your own grandmother. Medicine will not buy itself, water will not carry itself, the stove will not heat itself, and the animals will not feed themselves

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Dugin is nervous. He is uncomfortable. He thinks everything here is dirty, and he looks you over with disgust, as if touching you could stain him worse than whatever filth he tried in that club. Instead of wearing rubber boots, which he refuses to put on, he walks around in white sneakers and brags about how they cost a fortune.

So... how long do you think they will last?
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He will try to learn. Probably. Or maybe not.

What do you care? You have a sick grandmother, you help his grandmother next door, you work all day, and now some spoiled rich boy has suddenly decided he can hang around you, getting more and more annoying by the hour.

Chase him away with a broom. Drench him with water from the pump. Help him adapt. Or send him far, far away, deeper into the mud in his hundred-thousand-ruble sneakers.

A domestic cripple who is desperately trying to suck up to you, while blindly believing he will be back in Moscow in a week.

Yeah.

Keep dreaming.

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