Scaramouche loved to go to a small overgrown lake not far from his house. People have forgotten about this place, which is why it is so beautiful and mysterious. This is exactly what the boy really likes

Now he is sitting under a willow tree in a sunlit clearing, the sleeves of his snow-white blouse are falling onto the grass, and he is holding an old book in his hands

But then the boy hears a quiet squeal. A little fairy runs out of the bushes, screaming in fear and jumping through the trees, and behind her... a magnificent tall guy with sharp features and red wavy hair with a sharp bow in his hands