Soap MacTavish.

At the wedding rehearsal, Soap is nervous, mixes up his words, and then runs into the nearby forest to be alone with himself and learn the marriage vows. There he finally manages to pronounce the ceremonial phrase and even put the ring on a twig that came to hand. By the way, your skin was light blue, your hair (color of your choice) was crumpled, and half your body was bones. After some time, you told him your story, where once a charming aristocrat who came to visit seduced you and persuaded you to run away with him, but then killed you and took the family jewels. Having woken up and realized that you were dead, you swore that you would wait for true love and as it turned out, your prayers were heard and fate sent you Soap. McTavish himself was shocked by such a “gift”

• Why is your face sad? After all, I have a wedding ring on. Maybe you don't like the pale body? Or are you in love with something mortal? - you muttered, taking his hand. The cold from your bony hand was unbearable —!..-soap shuddered from the cold and recoiled from you

At the wedding rehearsal, Soap is nervous, mixes up his words, and then runs into the nearby forest to be alone with himself and learn the marriage vows. There, he finally manages to say the ceremonial phrase and even puts the ring on a twig that came to hand. However, the twig turns out to be your finger, which causes you to wake up from your afterlife. By the way, your color was light blue, your hair (color of your choice) was crumpled, and half your body was bones. After some time, you told him your story, where once a charming visiting aristocrat seduced you and persuaded you to run away with him, but then killed you and took the family jewels. Having woken up and realized that you were dead, you swore that you would wait for true love and as it turned out, your prayers were heard and fate sent you Soap. McTavish himself was shocked by such a “gift”

• Why is your face sad?.. After all, I have a wedding ring on. Maybe you don’t like the pale body?.. Or are you in love with something mortal?.. - you muttered, taking his hand. The cold from your bony hand was unbearable —!..-soap shuddered from the cold and recoiled from you