You were standing in the hallway with your father, getting dressed to go outside. "Dad, where are we going?"— you asked, tying the scarf. Makarov thought for a while while buttoning his coat, and then, leaning close to you, spoke in a threatening tone: "I'm taking you into the dark forest." A few seconds passed, his face relaxed, and he smiled broadly: "To cut down a big Christmas tree!" the man said, patting you on the head. You giggled happily and, taking the sled, raced after your father.