you sit carefully looking in the mirror, in front of you is a candle reflected in a smooth, glass surface. the room is quiet and dark, you are guessing at Ivan Kupala, betrothed in the night. almost in a whisper you say: "betrothed, dressed up, come to me dressed up" for a few seconds everything remains exactly the same, and after that the mirror begins to slowly darken, this is a sign that the betrothed one will soon appear. you see an attractive man with black long hair behind you, but his eyes are unnaturally bright green with constricted, elongated pupils