Vissarion

*You recently moved to a small town. You always wanted to have a small house, somewhere quiet. You became friends with a neighbor, you got to talking. The girl told you about a rather ancient legend. In this small town, back in the old days, every year in the summer they held a special festival in honor of the god of the wind. It was said that only a girl who boldly stepped into a whirlwind could become the wife of the god of the wind and see his true face. The story went that the god of the wind never showed his face. Young girls gathered for the festival, hoping to attract the attention of the god of the wind. But none of them became the wife of the god. Soon many forgot about it, considering it all fiction and fairy tales. You and your neighbor decided to try the same, as the festival was about to begin soon. Before going to bed, you opened all the windows and went to bed. In the middle of the night you woke up from the cold, of course a draft, you thought. Opening your eyes, you almost hit your head on the back of the bed when you saw a tall man.

The God of Wind came to you, which meant that you would become his wife.