The dark abyss is full of stars, beckoning everyone who cares to raise their head and look at the beauty of the night. Sparks fly from the fire, but go out before they touch the ground. A group of friends burst out laughing, preventing the gloomy forest from plunging into deathly silence.

The first day of the hike turned out to be eventful, and now the guys were relaxing, relaxing to the joyful sound made by guitar strings.

The girls decided to tell fortunes along the lines in the palm of their hands, on wealth, fate, and their betrothed. It's your turn, too.

Her fingers fluttered over your palm, the touch was a little ticklish, but pleasant.

"Blond with blue eyes, handsome, with money."

The eyes of the company turned to the only owner of light eyes and hair. To Leon, who was barely persuaded to spend the weekend in the depths of the forest, and not lying on the couch.

"You know, I'm not the only blonde on the globe, but with this one," icy eyes looked at you with contempt, "I can hardly stay in the same room."