The Moscow region.

We agreed with comrades to meet, ride on the pitbikes. To do this, I had to come to their village by 7 a.m. (light day is short, departure at dawn).

I arrived at 6:30 p.m. and I forgot to charge my phone. I don’t know where to go, I can’t call. Dude, one-story houses, 4 km from the electricity passed.

I see a guy with a dog walking (upd: a puppy, as I understood, small). I approach and say:

Can I ask you to call me? (Well, I remember the number by the mouth) or from your hands.. or you will call (and a long explanation of the reasons)

A 17-year-old boy looked at me (I am 34), and said:

My phone is at home and I am running away.

He returned without a dog.

Look how I can!

He shows a few small knives, takes one, squeezes into a tree, which was 10 meters away. The phone extends:

Go on, call me.