Belobog's Underworld, the Mechanical Settlement.
In front of a steampunk-style house.
Pure white snow blanketed the steps outside.
A little girl in a red coat over a white dress.
Was holding an old-model phone in her arms.
Intently watching the live broadcast on its screen.
A burly, dark-blue humanoid robot, towering like an iron fortress.
Stood with his arms folded, quietly keeping watch beside the girl in red.
"That big brother is really amazing..."
"He beat such a powerful mechanical monster with just one punch."
"Clara wishes she had fists that powerful too!"
Her long, snow-white hair flowed like a waterfall, fluttering in the whistling wind and snow.
On the red-clad girl's delicate, adorable face.
Her purplish-red eyes filled with envy.
Sitting casually on the snow-covered steps.
The sweet, innocent girl had her dainty feet bare.
Yet she did not seem to feel the cold.
"According to my calculations, that is virtually impossible."
"Clara's physical constitution cannot withstand power of that magnitude..."
Red light flickered across his mechanical head.
The burly robot spoke in a mechanical voice.
"Clara was only saying..."
"You don't have to take it seriously, Mr. Svarog."
"If only that big brother could come to Belobog."
"Maybe the world we live in could be saved too."
"Then all the uncles and aunties wouldn't have to struggle so hard just to survive..."
She gently set down her phone.
Cupping her delicate little face in both hands.
The little girl named Clara gazed toward the sky beyond the wind and snow.
Today's weather seemed no different from any other day.
Clara had many wishes in her heart too.
For instance, that the wind and snow would stop completely, and the sky would turn clear and blue again.
That the vagrants struggling to make ends meet.
Could return home and