Sometimes the only place to recover after a divorce is in Siberia.
Rent a house for the summer, start putting it in order, and put a cross on men.
But the locals don’t want to accept me: they glance sideways and do nasty things. Especially the neighbor. So young, yet already a maniac with a persecution mania! Wherever I go, either he is there, or wild animals, or no less wild hunters…
It would seem, what does a polar bear, true brides, and a magical world have to do with it, right?
I thought the same…