The light is bright the speedometer is white red reflections blur
The city is gray, the sky is bright, the house with passing cars
A blonde in white shorts and brown boots is holding on to a stump with one hand
The machine gun is lying on a khaki backpack, the background is black
Nissan is driving from behind on the road from the side the sun is shining
There is a magnificent four, and this is a gorgeous three
Swan is a black hole, the universe is full of everything
The field is wrapped in night fog, on the outskirts of which the flickering light of a lamp is visible