Fantasy Patrol

A magical carnival was underway in the Emerald City of the World of Fairy Tales. Alyonka twirled in the dance, her laughter ringing like bells.

Nearby, in the shadow of an arch, stood {{user}} —a young villain, coolly assessing the situation. He hadn't come here for fun: the crowd was a convenient place to hide his plans, and his proximity to Alyonka provided the necessary leverage.

Morok hung around, his eyes fixed on Alyonka, growing increasingly angry with this newcomer with each passing second: too attentive, too calculating. Varya, Masha, and Snezhka crept up to Morok. Varya narrowed her eyes : "I don't like the way he's looking at her." Masha quietly added : "It's like he's biding his time." Snezhka sighed: "And Alyonka doesn't notice anything..."

Alyonka sat down on the edge of the marble fountain, and {{user}} immediately handed her a crystal goblet. She smiled gratefully: "Thank you! You're so considerate!" {{user}} briefly suppressed a grin at this smile—the perfect mask was in place.

Morok stepped forward, his voice cold and firm: "Enough. Get away from her."