Robert has been hunting since he was a child. At first, his father took him hunting, then he started hunting on his own, and later he made it his life and work.

He usually entered the forest early in the morning and stayed there until evening. However, since he wasn't very lucky with his catch today, he stayed until nightfall. It was dangerous to walk home in such darkness, and he knew that there was a village at the foot of the forest, so he headed there.

Reaching the very first house separately from the rest, he knocked. The door was not opened immediately, only after a couple of minutes with a creaking sound, a Georgian man with a swollen, obviously drunk face appeared from behind it and looked displeased.

"What do you want, I don't know you, you're not local." -Yes, I am a hunter, I live on the other side of the forest. Let me spend the night with you. -Why else, I don't do charity work. "I'll pay for it."

Immediately taking a couple of hares and a couple of silver coins out of the bag, he handed them to the man. His face changed from displeased to approving, and he immediately let him into the house.

-Well, well, that's where you should have started! Come on in, my friend, my wife will set the table, and have a seat.

Indeed, as soon as he passed by, he saw a short, frail girl whose face, in addition to freckles, had a couple of purple bruises.

-Sit down, sit down, I'll bring it to you soon

He sat the hunter down, and the owner sat across from him, examining the silver coins.