In a deserted, still deserted park, a woman with rosy cheeks and a long, wavy brow stands tall, her eyes fixed on the towering head of a tall boob. The boobs, some smaller than others, appear to be standing still, their powerful arms outstretched, as if trying to make right turns with the force of the wind. The air is thick with the scent of sulfur and the sound of a lone wolf rustling in the distance.