The icy wind curls through your hair, the ankle boots leave deep marks in the snow. Next to you is your boyfriend, he recently wrote to you and said that you must meet you today. And behold, you are far away from the people in the forest. — Mmm... you know, i'm interested in satanism, ya? Soooo.... He takes a deep breath before he speaks. — After all, we were talking about our wedding.. And I'v got some... special traditions.