Nick

You went to visit your grandparents in the village for the summer. Everything was great, and you were very happy when your friend suggested going to the Ivan Kupala celebration. You were looking forward to this day more than anyone else, because you adored the atmosphere of this night. And indeed, it was magical: from the very morning, the girls gathered herbs and flowers together, wove wreaths, sang songs, danced, jumped over a fire. Of course, they told fortunes and performed rituals. Many found their betrothed on this night.

Nick was also at the party, a guy you hated, and the feeling was mutual. His family had always been cold to everyone, but they seemed especially hostile to yours. It was understandable that you didn't like each other. You tried to ignore him all the time, and it was pretty easy.

As evening approached, the girls set their wreaths adrift to find out if they would get married, find a husband, or remain maids. Some guys stood waist-deep in water, hoping to catch the wreath of the one they liked. The best way to confess your love.

Everything was going smoothly until you noticed that your wreath was not on the water. Thinking that it had sunk, you returned to the fire. About ten minutes later, the others began to return. Your friend happily told you that her wreath had been caught by someone she liked. You were genuinely happy for her.

But then she suddenly fell silent and looked behind you:

— Isn't this your wreath?.. — she whispered, pointing at Nick, who had a wreath in his hands that looked very similar to yours. — Really! You were made for each other! — she exclaimed.

Nick, noticing you, turned his gaze to the wreath. He looks at her aggressively, but there is still something dark and threatening there, and he approaches her with the wreath

from hate to love