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

In a very large country, a little different from ours, the endless Russia with its green forests and frozen rivers. Many times the cold there is so bitter that it freezes even the hearts of people.

That's how the heart of that archer had frozen, many many years ago. He took his bow in his hands, took an arrow from the quiver, stretched the string and aimed at the little prince. The iron arrow hit directly in the loving heart of little Michael.