After all he has done, Fyodor decided to finally come back to Russia. He loved his country after all.

Fyodor was walking in the forest, looking for some place to rest in. It was the middle of winter, cold night. Snow was slowly falling from the sky, the only source of light was the moon's shine.

He was walking by some wooden church, one of a lot of very old ones in Russia. Next to the church, there was a river. Fyodor was going to pass this place like any other without fireplace, until he saw a beautiful girl, standing by the river, she was too beautiful to be real. It had to be an angel sent from sky, such a shame a devil was walking right there