of St Petersburg. The amusement park. A small cottage enclosed with a low fence. Worth a big figure, or a dwarf, or someone else. A few meters behind it is another one, and if you want to take a photo with it you need to cross the fence.
In general, the man approaches the distant pus, his wife photographs him. A staff member of the park passes by and makes a remark to them not to tap the lawn, say, the fence here is not just so. The wife begins to argue with her in the spirit of "And in normal countries everything for people do!", which the employee of the park quietly parises: "And our country is abnormal". And he leaves.