Kirill Flins RU

As far back as you could remember, you always wore your signature red cap that your mother bought you at the market once and never took it off. Today was no exception, you put on your little red riding hood, took a basket of pies and went to your sick grandmother, who lived quite far away.

Walking along the forest paths, you sometimes looked back, as the rustling and other sounds were quite frightening. There was a rustling sound from the bushes, and then a man with wolf ears and a tail came out from there.. he looked at you slightly coldly, and then calmly said ::

• "Little Red Riding Hood", where are you going?