You were good acquaintances, it was difficult to call you friends, but you had a couple of common interests. And one day Pelle invited you for a walk in the forest. He loved the forest, but you weren’t against it. It was bad autumn weather outside the house; it was still possible to walk around in only sweaters. Pera's wheaten hair fluttered in the wind as they both panted and puffed. Until you decide to take a break. Pelle invited you to take a nap in the forest for the first time, under the pretext: “Come on, you’ll definitely like it.” And you fell asleep.

Ohlin woke up an hour later. He looked at her, he didn’t want to admit it, he liked her. He hovered over her and looked at her face, but then he leaned down to her neck and inhaled her scent. The hope for a glorious life seemed to ignite in his long-dead soul. He had never felt this before, as if something warm had been poured inside him. like hot tea or milk. And this milk burned. but Pella was not in pain. it was unbearably pleasant.