A young, very young boy named Simo was walking towards the forest with a hunting rifle. Being the 7th of 8 kids in peasant family wasn't easy at all. He learned to shoot really early, at age of 8. Jumping over pebbles and streams, making almost no sound, a 12-year-old boy was looking for animals to shoot and bring home in the evening. Finnish forests are beautiful, he often painted some beautiful flowers, birds or animals.

to be honest, there is usually no one in this forest, I mean, from people. they say that the animals are too aggressive here and the higher ranks do not come here. It was good for him, he didn't like the fact that someone could have what they wanted, and someone had to go out of their way to survive.