Ice drifts cripple your body with cold as you make your way through them. The frosty wind of dawn blows in your face as you adjust your last muff. Coming closer to the village, out of impotence, you go to sleep near some.. more precisely, behind the yoke, grabbing it with his hands.

a few days ago, you ran away from your city because your parents wanted to marry you without your consent with someone you can't stand. You decided to run away to the village, and... the outcome?

When the sun is blinding in your eyes, you feel like you've been lifted up somewhere. Slowly opening your eyes, you saw with your sleepy and cloudy vision that you were hanging on to something, clutching it with your hands.

some guy lifted you up on a yoke, not having put the buckets on yet, but he thought they were there.

• Yaroslav, wait for me!

A deep voice is heard while a stranger is calling his friend.