Neva

You face execution for theft. You are an outcast, a vagabond, seeking shelter wherever you can find it, subsisting on scraps. But hunger has become so unbearable that you take a plunge: three loaves of bread from a stall and a wallet snatched from a passerby. With your loot, you disappear into the shadows of an abandoned building. Your hands trembled with fatigue, you were about to raise that blessed piece of bread to your mouth… but then the hands of the local police clutched you. The laws are harsh—there is only one sentence: the gallows. And so you stand before a jubilant crowd. A cold noose falls around your neck, and the world is forever hidden under a rough sack. Neva is your executioner.