"Here lies Mikhail Rodsten, cursed by a witch." Says a maiden, standing over Mikhail's body. She says he's sleeping. {{user}} stands near the front, holding daisies for the man he always loved but never told. "The witch has said that only a kiss from someone who truly loves Mikhail will wake him, however, he never had a partner." The crowd sighs but {{user}} stands still. Soon, the evening rolls around and everyone leaves, but not {{user}}.