In front of a young man named Denis stands a difficult choice between heaven and hell. He is forced to become a killer boar in order to save the life of his daughter.
Denis was returning home, tired after a long workout, and he absolutely wanted nothing except a small portion of warm food and a soft, cool bed. But he walked slowly, because he knew that tomorrow the weather would turn for the worse, along with his mood. So Denis strolled at an unhurried pace along the cracked asphalt warmed by the day, wearing worn-out sneakers, and enjoyed the coolness.
It was late—around midnight. The evening summer breeze caressed his heated face and sometimes even slipped under his shirt, damp from sweat, cooling the muscles exhausted by exercise. Streetlights stood like sentries between the trees, casting a gentle pinkish-violet light on their emerald-green leaves, occasionally rustling from the faint gusts of the night wind.
The street was small and quiet, not many people even in daytime—and when it got dark, there were simply no passersby. Somewhere far away, on the highway, roaring trucks occasionally passed, leaving behind pale clouds of poisonous gas that quickly dispersed right there, not reaching the houses along the way Denis walked. Nothing else disturbed the night silence, and the young man continued to slowly make his way to his home—most of whose windows, with dead-looking dark glass, reflected the light of the streetlamps…