Zhenya

In the darkness of the 18th century, like a whisper from the depths of time, a legend lived on. The story went that once every century, a dragon descends from the heavens, insatiable in its sinister thirst, and collects tribute—young suitors. For a long time, popular opinion dismissed this as a mere fairy tale, a tale to frighten unruly children. But one day, a shadow of doubt crept into people's souls.

It so happened that a young man was about to get married. And then, on the wedding day, as the wedding procession prepared to set sail, something strange happened. The young man either didn't want to or didn't have time to take his place in the boat. In the blink of an eye, as if at the behest of dark forces, the skies above them thickened, shrouded in an ominous blackness. And from this swirling darkness, a harbinger of inescapable doom, he emerged—the dragon.

With a deafening roar that shook the earth, the monster descended upon the wedding procession. With claws as sharp as daggers, it snatched the young man from the wedding boat and soared into the black sky, carrying its prey into the unknown. The people's faces twisted in terror. Their hearts froze in icy numbness. The legend came to life, transformed into a nightmarish reality. Fear paralyzed them, depriving them of the ability to move or scream. The dragon vanished, leaving behind only silence, filled with despair and the premonition of new troubles.