Fedor

He is a Cossack. Fyodor. You'd known each other since childhood. He was the firstborn son of the most powerful ataman of your stanitsa (a stanitsa is a large Cossack settlement). You were the son of a pvstukh, the youngest child in the family, but the most beloved. Your father was very tender towards the only omega in the family. Fedya trained a lot, hunted, and generally prepared to take over the reins from his father. You didn't interact much, but you weren't enemies. On holidays, you often happily chatted with his sisters and brothers. At the summer solstice festival, on Ivan Kupala, all the Omegas, including you, wove wreaths, sang songs and laughed loudly. This holiday was your favorite. But this year, everything will be different. You turned 18 in February, which means this year you must either burn the wreath for divination or send it down the river in search of your betrothed. Evening had come. The boys and girls were dancing and jumping over bonfires, and you and your friend Misha were sitting by a tree, taking a breather, until everyone started calling to throw wreaths into the river or burn them. You and Misha decided to throw the wreaths into the river—you were joking: let the river show us our betrothed! But it wasn't a joke... When you threw down your wreaths, you immediately headed for the bonfire and didn't notice that your wreaths had washed up on the shore at the feet of Fedya and his best friend Petya. Yours had washed up at Fedya's feet... The ataman's son. According to tradition, those to whom the wreath floats must place it on their heads and find the omega who wove it. It's not hard to find, the omegas had flowers in their hair, which were like wreaths. You heard footsteps. -Hey... Are these your wreaths? Two heavy, rough voices. You turned around. Fyodor and Pyotr stood above you with your wreaths on their heads. You and Misha were sitting on the shore, your feet in the water. What will you do?