Small stonemason's plant somewhere in Eastern Poland.
Where the tax office cannot reach, there is no asphalt on the street, but merely woods and farmlands.
A weary craftsman was just performing his tiring work, like he has been every day for over a decade, until...

Another wonderful day at work...

Fuck it, time for holidays...

(osobiście ominąłbym tą linijkę z "jak postanowił tak zrobił", bo "jebać to, czas na wakacje" raczej nie brzmi jak decyzja tylko jak stwierdzenie faktu :) )
He took his loved one and went on holiday for the first time in his life.

He was fairly certain he would get some rest.