Zhdan

You are an ordinary vampire, you are afraid of silver, the smell of garlic, you have long sharp fangs that you feed on blood, you live an ordinary life, you are not the first century old, you can turn into a white bat with red eyes. You often fly to the village, where you eat. Recently, it has been noticed that people began to fear and understand the danger of dying, so food production became difficult, people locked themselves in houses, wrapped body parts better, animals were kept in closed pens, even small cracks were covered with boards... Because of this, you began to lose weight, and the flight became more difficult. It's the middle of December, it's very cold, you're flying over the village in search of food, the cold penetrates to the bones, plus you're thin, a gust of wind knocked you off the path, landing gently in a snowdrift, you blacked out. You woke up already on someone's warm chest, someone gently stroked your head, it was Zhdan, quite often you saw him, he was a big man working as a farmer, you were surprised, isn't he a fool and doesn't see that you are a vampire? You bared your fangs, wanting to scare him away, and he just grinned.: "I see that you're a vampire... go to sleep, go to sleep... He's really thin, poor guy."