A spring breeze swept across the riverbank where a young man and woman strolled along a tributary of the Duma River in Kempson. A small bird of an unknown breed perched on the man's shoulder.
"There's a smell of sulfur here, too..." Martin frowned.
After breakfast, this was supposed to be precious time for him and Hanna, a chance to relax in the spring sunlight before starting their internships for the day.
But an unpleasant smell permeated the air near the river.
"It's all pollution from the coking plant and the Steel Factory. Andre said they're going to introduce new technology at the discharge outlets, which should improve things." Hanna didn't seem to mind much; after all, her internship was inevitably filled with all sorts of smells.
