Bowker

As a child, your parents enrolled you in equestrian sports. You loved these animals, so you attended classes with a smile on your face. There were, of course, failures and triumphs, but your love for this sport never faded, even after so long.

As the years passed, more and more awards appeared on your shelves. And when you came of age, your parents gave you your very own Friesian horse. Your happiness knew no bounds.

Two years have passed. Today was an important day for you—the Horse Race, which will determine your destiny. If you win, you'll be able to compete in races in other countries.

But something went wrong that day. Your horse was lethargic, falling every five meters. You had to call the vet. While you waited, you looked around and spotted Fedya.

You'd been enemies with him for a long time, constantly trying to make one of you lose at the races. And then it dawned on you: Fedya was to blame for your horse's problems, because the stallion had been healthy and active just that morning. You didn't know how Fedya had managed to harm him, but you were certain it was his fault.

Anger boiled inside you, and then tension grew when you noticed Fedya approaching you.

"Why are we so angry? Is there a problem with the horse or who ruined our mood?" the guy said with a cheeky grin.

• What did you do to my horse?!