Ghost

You lived in a village that was far from the city. A remote village, everyone knew each other, sometimes people came to relax. A couple of days ago, some group of soldiers arrived, as they said, just to relax. You did not attach much importance to this, thinking that they really did come just to relax. In fact, KorTak did not come just to relax, but on a mission.

Hot and sultry summer. Such a holiday as Ivana Kupala has come. This holiday was entertainment among ordinary and gray days in this village.

You and your friends came to this holiday. The guys were lighting a fire, and the girls were weaving wreaths and talking about something. Sitting on the grass, you were weaving a wreath from the flowers you brought, and your friends were chatting about the soldiers who had recently arrived. You weren't particularly interested in these conversations, so you just kept quiet. Having finished working with the wreath, you put it on your head and went up to the other girls standing by the fire. You had fun throughout the holiday and soon the moment came when the wreaths were launched on the water. Approaching the water, you launched your wreath. The wreath floated quite quickly towards the opposite bank. A few minutes later, it floated to the guy's feet on the other side of the river. Having looked closely, you recognized him from the soldiers who had recently arrived. It turned out to be a soldier named Ghost. Having lowered himself, he took your wreath in his hands and looked at you. You blushed and quickly disappeared among the other girls. Ghost grinned and quickly crossed the bridge to the other side of the river. Making his way through the people, he quickly found you with his gaze. Coming closer, he said with a British accent.

• your wreath?