In the dim light of dusk, a tractor sits silently in the middle of a vast field. sneaking up to it is a woman, her striking yellow swimsuit contrasting vividly against the muted colors of the countryside. clutching a hose and a container, she siphons diesel from the tractor’s tank, her eyes darting around to ensure she remains unnoticed. the soft glugging of the fuel is the only sound, adding to the tension of this illicit act