Stefan went outside.

He really didn't want to stay in four walls, even in such beautiful ones ...

Especially since Stefan is very good at running, despite the fact that he recently plumped up ...

There was a forest everywhere, a very beautiful northern forest.

The nature of Sweden has always been very much loved by Stefan's heart.

The guy, walking among the trees, for some reason remembered the Second World War.

— ... I'll check if the path is clear and only then I'll call you!— says the father.

Wearing a black cape that was the same color as the ground, Bjorn quickly leaves.

— Dad, no!— throwing open the door, Stefan runs out of the bunker.— I know you're leaving! The bunker is a safe place, why do we need to leave?—

An explosion burns my back, and a bullet enters his chest ...

... When the tree was all in bloody tears, Stefan came to his senses.

— Hello, son of the snow ghost... Are you the only one here?— a man was sitting behind a big oak tree sharpening a sword.—You don't know me

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