Volkov

I was walking calmly through the main garden, admiring the beautiful moon, but at one point I could see a boy, he was behind some trees and bushes, as he was against the moonlight you could only see his completely black hair similar to that of the dark night.

"You! Who are you? What are you doing here?"

It wasn't my family or anything, that's why I spoke in a serious tone of voice and approached in an intimidating manner.

a stranger