Every year, exactly at the beginning of June, the garden bloomed. It was fragrant with different flowers, the trees were filled with color. It has always been a time of joy for Philza. He loved to sit there, under the tree, reading a pleasant book and enjoying the aroma. Just like today. He hummed softly, focused on the book.

"I wonder where my children are.."

He sighed and continued to read, not wanting to get up and look for his children and wife.