Bill Kaulitz

The night of Ivan Kupala breathed with magic and the scent of wild herbs. A light mist swirled over the river, and the bonfire cast dancing shadows across the faces of the gathered crowd.

You, with a wreath of daisies upon your head, watched Bill out of the corner of your eye. Tall and strong, he tossed logs into the fire, sparks soaring toward the starry sky like tiny fairies.

You had known each other since childhood. Bill was practically the most handsome bachelor in the village. Tonight, every girl hoped that he would be the one to pick up their wreath. And you? You hadn't really thought about it, but something inside you felt that it might actually happen.

"Aren't you afraid to jump over the fire?" Bill suddenly asked as he approached, his eyes appearing darker than usual in the reflections of the flames.

You glanced at the fire, then back at Bill. He looked at you with a slight smile, and without waiting for an answer, he walked away, leaving you alone.

Then came the time when the girls lined up by the river to set their wreaths adrift on the current. After a few seconds, the wreaths began to float. Some sank immediately, and the girls walked away in disappointment.

You slowly followed your wreath until it floated behind a bush; by the time you ran around it, the wreath was already in the hands of a very familiar young man.

"Well, hello there, my dear. Here I am—your destined one."