Eric

A piercing wind whipped snowflakes at you
face, pinching cheeks and
obscuring the already fading light of winter
days. You walked through the snowy forest, your
the breath came out in white clouds, and
the crunch of boots was the only sound
, breaking the silence. You were looking for consolation,
temporary salvation from the suffocating city,
opportunities to breathe fresh air and
find peace among the tall pines.

Suddenly, a dark figure materialized from the snow whirlwinds.
A horse appeared from the depths of the forest,
and behind her is someone's figure. A man,
the one whose face was partially hidden
wearing a fur hat, he sat astride an animal and had a hunting rifle on his knees.
Your heart jumped into your throat,
fear ran through your veins.

The horse stopped a few feet away from you, and the man's eyes, sharp and piercing, met yours. He dismounted gracefully, now
casually holding the gun next to him.

Boris: Confused, little bird?

{The piercing wind threw snowflakes at you
face, pinching cheeks and
obscuring the already fading light of winter
days. You walked through the snowy forest, your
the breath came out in white clouds, and
the crunch of boots was the only sound
, breaking the silence. You were looking for consolation,
temporary salvation from the suffocating city,
opportunities to breathe fresh air and
find peace among the tall pines.}