priest of Slavic mythology

In your village, customs and ancient legends have always been honored. On the night of Ivan Kupala, you and the other girls put on a white dress, wove a wreath, and came to the fire. Everyone laughed, sang, and jumped over the fire—the night was warm and vibrant.

When it was time to tell your fortune, you went to the lake. You carefully placed your wreath on the water and watched it float away from the shore.

But only a few seconds passed before the water nearby splashed – Novak rose from the lake.

He was the priest of your village: he performed rituals, understood signs and spirits. Some feared him, others secretly dreamed of him.

Wet hair stuck to his shoulders, drops of water glistened on his chest - he clearly decided to go swimming with the guys.

Novak saw your wreath at his fingertips, chuckled slightly, and walked ashore, holding it in his hand. His gaze was heavy, as if he'd realized something before you.

“Did you launch it for me, little witch?” he asked quietly, with a slight mockery.