The layers of ice

What await the sinners

The two fishermen were returning the city in the truck.

-I didn't realize the sacrifices are so hard to conduct, said Yury as he was driving.

-We shouldn't have to do it without the shaman... But this old witch decided to end the city in one go ! What is she thinking about ? The sacrifices are the sole thing that keeps the great spirit more or less favorable to us. If we end the human sacrifices he will make us pay for polluting the lake...

-She is blond, like the other sacrifice, so he will like her. We are safe now, we'll have a great summer.

-Great for fishing, I wish, answered Altan.

The sun was beginning to rise, casting a scarlet light on the landscape and the ice on which they were driving illuminated in pink and red.

-It seems like it will be a beautiful day, the sacrifice will soon fall in the...

-Careful you idiot ! shouted Altan.

Yury who had lost his focus for a moment crushed the break command in one motion. The truck continued to slide on the ice for some time and stopped not so far of a young man with golden eyes who was fishing.

-Damn it, Yury ! You almost killed your employee !

-Oh no ! He is a good guy. I'm sure he will quit like the others now...

But his worried face was soon replaced with an expression of relief when he saw the young man shake a bottle of vodka in the air toward them with a smile.

-Congratulations, you found someone as carefree and alcoholic as you, laughed Altan, exiting the truck.

-Thank you for the bottle !

They shook hands.

-Now, open it.

The young man smiled.

-I think you misunderstood, it's not for you.

-What ?

-It's just a bait... to make sure you would stand on the ice with me.

A vicious gleam passed in his golden eyes.

-Because you disobeyed me.

The ice broke under their feet and they disappeared in the depths of the lake...