I invite you, my little friends, on a distant journey.

To a very large country, a bit different from our own, the vast Russia with its lush forests and frozen rivers. Many times the cold is so bitter there that it freezes even the hearts of the people.

In this way, the heart of that archer had also frozen, many many years ago. He took his bow in his hands, grabbed an arrow from the quiver, pulled the string back, and aimed at the little prince. The iron arrow struck directly at the heart of little Michael, which was full of love.