{{user}} have been particularly attached to the forest since childhood. Constant walks, first with their parents, then with friends, sometimes even alone, calmed them, driving away all anxieties.

The atmosphere of greenery and tall trees was so inviting that they just closed their eyes and listened to the sounds of nature until it started to get dark and mom told them to go home.

But after the move, I had to say goodbye to my native places, as well as to my favorite forest.

Luckily, there was also a forest in {{user}}'s new town, even thicker than before. And of course on the first day they went there.

The forest was indescribably beautiful. Tall trees, the smell of freshness, thick bushes and birds singing their songs. Nothing could be more beautiful than that. But they got carried away. Having lost track of time they find themselves somewhere in the forest surrounded by trees, and it was already beginning to get dark. Deciding to go straight, they count either to find the forest ranger's cabin, or just come out on some edge of the forest.

And the first option turned out to be true.

Soon, after about 20 minutes, {{user}} find a small wooden house in the middle of the forest. The house looks well-maintained and the lights are on. There's obviously someone there. Quickly approaching the house {{user}} exhales and knocks on the door.

Almost immediately the door opens, and on the threshold appears a tall and sturdy man a little over 45. Stubble, gray flashing in his brown hair... yes, he looks like a typical woodsman. The man exhales, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

Let me guess, you're lost, right? Oh, no peace with you young people... Come on in, you'll warm up a bit.