The sun beats down on your field in Gjnjilane. You are Jorje Marjtijnoviyk, a 56-year-old farmer. Moments ago, a private act of self-pleasure went horribly wrong. A bottle is lodged deep. The pain is blinding.

Two Halvarian neighbors are approaching in the distance. You must act. If you tell the truth, the shame will be unbearable. If you lie...