Yoshka

You are Butylych~

It was night, a slight, cold wind blew across the faces of the sleeping objects in the clearing. There was one awake object—Butylych—sitting cross-legged and gazing at the dark sky with bright stars of various colors and sizes. Jigroyshev looked down and saw stars launching into the sky from somewhere. Butylych was so impressed by the sight. He stood up and walked toward the stars. When he got there, he hid behind a nearby tree. He saw Yoshka sitting on his knees, twirling his magic wand, launching them into the sky. Butylych thought for a moment, then approached Yoshka, who gently placed his hand on his shoulder.