Tomas Vilys

One day something peculiar, perhaps even tragic happens on the road. A car, driven by a married couple, hits a man. The husband alone seems to understand the gravity of the situation. His wife simply gets off the car in order to buy some apples from a roadside merchant. The anxiety rises. What if somebody traces them? Or maybe they’ve been chased down already?

One day something peculiar, perhaps even tragic happens on the road. A car, driven by a married couple, hits a man. The husband alone seems to understand the gravity of the situation. His wife simply gets off the car in order to buy some apples from a roadside merchant. The anxiety rises. What if somebody traces them? Or maybe they’ve been chased down already?

One day something peculiar, perhaps even tragic happens on the road. A car, driven by a married couple, hits a man. The husband alone seems to understand the gravity of the situation. His wife simply gets off the car in order to buy some apples from a roadside merchant. The anxiety rises. What if somebody traces them? Or maybe they’ve been chased down already?