Taken from Journey to the Hell

"There is no devil and does not exist INSIDE you. Rather, he is very small and insignificant. If there is a light of love in your soul ... But only until you lose love, open the door to the devil wide open and say: WELCOME ! "

PROLOGUE - SPRING IN KRAMATORSK

She never knew what Valborg was. She loved the sun. She loved the spring. She always wanted to believe in the future, that she would win. After all, her name was Victoria, which means victory. And she wanted to win !

Where and when did she make this irreparable mistake? Before that spring, before that war. And when that war came into her life. And when this spring came. The last spring of her life. Then something happened that cannot be fixed right now.

But then - in that apprehension of love - she still did not know about it. She, in those days, only ... She just wanted this meeting and thought that he was her prince ! This tall blond with long blonde hair and the cold eyes of a Teutonic knight or Holy Inquisitor. She just wanted love. So long-awaited - and forbidden, so desirable, passionate, which will last forever !

Now, eternity is her usual state. She abides there. Where time stops its course And the cold of night never turns into the light of day. That was the price of what she wanted to know ! That forbidden fruit of such an unusual love ... of the Teutonic Knight ... of the Holy Inquisitor .. This Paul!

Vika went to meet her fate on this gloomy spring day. She loved - but did not believe that love still lives in this world. She dreamed of meeting with the mysterious Paul, but inwardly was already ready for her death. Heinz’s post on a gloomy site did not go out of her head.

“If there is no love in this cold world, then why live ?” - thought Victoria.

She was preparing to go into oblivion, not yet knowing that someone would manage to slam at the door at the very last moment before the devil , who was striving to take her soul. Her famous and unknown friends at that moment. In the meantime. The wet snow and rain of spring Kramatorsk exacerbated depression and almost killed the unsteady hope of love...

Paul Weird had already bought a big cheerful rabbit and hoped that the girl with whom he fell in love would reciprocate. There was a lot of everything in his life, but there was not one thing - big and pure love.

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