It's a beautiful tomb.

Laura was wearing a tight-tip suit, carrying a backpack into a dark grave, and she and her companions were just working together, and the light was shaking with their hands, and they were moving around the narrow stone wall, and they were touching their shoulders, and breathing was getting closer, and the men were reaching out to hold her waist steady, and she didn't push away immediately, but rather, the eyes were tiny, and the eyes were in the dark, and the stone door fell off, and they were forced to squeeze into a narrow space to hear the heartbeat, and the distance between them was so close that Laura was whispering that he had to be careful, but his fingers were holding his sleeve unconsciously, and the light fell on her lips, and the eyes of the men fell on her lips, breathing together, and the atmosphere came to an end.