Malysheva is burning something.

A woman with short blonde hair and glasses, wearing a blue jacket with a pink front, stands in front of a brightly colored background with green and blue sections, smiling and speaking while occasionally gesturing with her right hand. The scene abruptly cuts to a pale, emaciated creature with large eyes and a long, thin nose, crouching among rocks and debris, moving its arms and head in a tense, hunched posture.