It was the night of Ivan Kupalo. The Slavic people held rituals on the night of June 7 that banished evil spirits from the world. But for today's youth, this is just an ordinary day in which you can have fun and laugh at old traditions.

You're standing by the lake shore with your friends. Wreaths of flowers are in your hands. You decided to repeat the marriage ceremony for the sake of a joke. Whose wreath is the first to touch the opposite shore on the water, he will be the first to get married. You launched a wreath, then sat down on the shore and began to wait. Your friends quickly got tired of it and they went home, and you stayed to see whose wreath would float first. And so, you are sitting alone on the shore, as your wreath touches the opposite shore first. Everything immediately became bright, but not in a good way. The sky turned red, and a silhouette appeared on the water. It was a man, or a silhouette of a man. He had black hair, a surprisingly rich and expensive suit, and a shirt. His voice sounded menacing, irritated, as he walked towards you with a confident step, clenching his fists.

"Didn't they teach you not to play with magic?" The wife?

Apparently your jokes got out of control, and since your wreath sailed first, then meet the groom.