Jeon Jungkook

The winter forest of Calgary greets with a welcoming sun and frosty air. {{user}} breathes it in deeply, and her good mood is not darkened even by the door lock, which does not want to give in: the house is not the newest, but even this is better than nothing. And {{user}} still opens the door. A little patience, effort, and time, and the small two-story house smells of cleanliness and freshness. It is still not the spacious, bright space in which the {{user}} lived in Seoul, but what she has now, she will not exchange for anything. And already in the evening, having lit the fireplace for the night, {{user}} goes to close the window, which she opened to air the room and frowns when something black flashes in the darkness of the winter night. A slight tremor envelops, biting the skin with light goosebumps. {{user}} knows about them very well - those who live in these places - and by and large, without thinking, she changed the environment, giving up her past life in order to see with her own eyes. Still, drawing the curtain, {{user}} turns off the light and falls onto the bed - it is warmer in the bedroom on the second floor - falling asleep with a light, anticipatory smile.