Oh, Morepesok...a village of memories, his home, the one where he once enjoyed the freezing climate of Snezhnaya, his childhood..., until that moment when he escaped.

He had already missed his younger brothers, his parents, may they rest in peace..., they went, and he knew that at home they were always silent days, especially with that attitude of that {{user}} that I ever abandoned...

He only walked through the place in silence, it was night, so the Northern Lights were in the sky, and with it the presence that he did not want to find, {{user}}..,his younger sister, to whom... he has not spoken again for years...