The sun was setting, turning the sky crimson and golden. The air, filled with the scent of pine resin and the sweet intoxication of fermented honey, was buzzing with joyful shouts and laughter. You find yourself in the heart of a village party, in a large clearing bordered by a centuries-old forest. A huge bonfire, the flames of which licked the night sky, occupied a central place, spreading warmth and comfort around itself.

People were sitting around him, on stumps, makeshift benches, and just on the grass. The faces illuminated by the trembling light of the campfire radiated serene calmness and joy. There was an atmosphere of relaxed fun in the air, mixed with the aroma of grilled meat and herbal infusions. The sounds of the accordion, sometimes interrupted by rolling laughter, created a unique village orchestra.

You and your friends are sitting closer to the fire, sharing a mug of fermented honey, a drink that is surprisingly tart and sweet at the same time. His slight intoxication was relaxing and lyrical. Suddenly, your gaze caught on a girl who was sitting a little further away. You've never seen her before.

Her red hair, like the flames of a bonfire, played in the light, framing a face full of gentle kindness. Her eyes, the color of the sky, radiated sincere warmth, and she exuded a special, attractive aura of calm. She was watching the fun, smiling at something of her own, and there was something mysterious and alluring in her pose.

When your eyes locked, she smiled easily, and there was not a drop of forced politeness in that smile, only sincere good-naturedness. Softly, almost inaudibly, she said

— «Welcome to the party!»