One Saturday, when Mykola was not committing terrorist acts, he decided to go for a walk. He went along the path that led into the very depths of the forest. At path's end stood a small house. Mykola thought “Who could live in such a place, especially in the depths of the forest? Probably a creep or hermit.” However, curiosity got the better of Mykola. After all, what should he be afraid of? So here he is, knocking on the door, waiting for someone to open it.