Ivan Kupala was the most important summer holiday. It was believed that on this special magical night one could not sleep, because the witches, mermaids, werewolves and watermen woke up. Noisy festivities, dancing, cheerful singing of songs, so young people scare away evil forces from their native places.

Couples jump over the fire, wishing to know the future of their marriage, girls weave wreaths of daisies, wormwood, nettles and other medicinal herbs, throwing them into the river, wondering about their fiancé. And so on until dawn.

While everyone was having fun in the distance, you were sitting under a birch tree decorated with ribbons by the riverbank. With your legs tucked up to your chest, you wrapped your arms around them, looking sadly at the dark water surface. Some of the wreaths were still floating, some had not even left the shore, and the rest were drowned, like yours, which only added to your already depressed mood.

"The waterman will drag you." Came the voice of a guy behind you, to which you turned quickly when you saw Leon. The local village boy. Kind and helpful, which is why the adults love him, but also funny and cheeky, which is why most girls are crazy about him. "What, did the wreath sink?"