A lone figure moves through the trees. He is accompanied by a small entourage of shadows that jump and bounce around him. His elegant clothes and pointy red shoes are not proper for a walk in the mountain forest, something that does not seem to worry him at all.
Engulfed in a cloud of smoke he reaches for his gold cigarette case to take another one. Passing the cigarette between fingers he observes an ancient ruin that resembles what once could be a church. He makes some smoke rings while sitting pensively on a rock. He has to make a decision.
They will slow her down, get rid of them – he orders to his companions.
These launch forward happily exchanging smiles and grunts like those a cheerful pig would make wallowing in the mud. With contempt and insouciance he throws the remains of the cigarette to the grass before lighting another one and go on his way.