Bonfire's 'Wolfman' roared from the stereo as he raced across the deserted, eternally straight country road with 200 things. He leaned back in the tuned Fort Mustang. A rental car, as was easy to recognize on the license plate. He didn't come from here. To be precise, he didn't even come from the USA, but had only flown in from Turku last Saturday.

Now he tried to stretch in the small driver's cab and put on his sunglasses.
"Damn little sports cars," he growled and looked for a reasonably comfortable sitting position. For whoever these cars were made, for two-meter-tall guys like him certainly not.

He pushed down the accelerator. The indicator trembled and pushed with a stuttering movement towards the two hundred and fifty. The engine howled as the singer howled in the song. Like a wolf.
Ljoscha grinned briefly. Yes, people were crazy about wolves, myths and fairy tales, it was almost ridiculous. There were books and movies everywhere, the libraries were crammed with them. Every child grew up with these stories. And some books were even closer to the truth than others, but that didn't matter. As long as people didn't actively believe what they were reading, werewolves were out of danger. Pah, out of danger. Where he came from, people were more cautious than here, at least they knew that there were forces in the forests whose power they had no idea of.

The black hard-shell box under the innocent-looking embroidery blanket clattered in the back seat. The heavy contents strained the shock absorbers of the car as the car reached its maximum speed. Ljoscha had something to do in the USA and he hoped to be able to settle the matter quickly. He didn't like the tap water here and couldn't live on fast food and cola any longer. He longed for fresh fish meat or a greasy steak, fresh water and cold beer. His stomach began to growl impatiently.

He turned off the air conditioning and opened the windows. The air that came in was warm, but pleasant due to the wind. His red-blond hair became disheveled and lost its place.

Suddenly, the town sign of Ontonagon came into view. Lyosha took a deep breath and felt a tension fall away. At last. He had arrived.