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The Crumble Files： A Mystery Adventure In Historic Lviv
Scenario:Часть 1
Получив письмо от тетки проживавшей в небольшом поселке всего в нескольких километрах от исторического Львова.
В сообщеннии небольшими строками четко было сказано, что тетя нуждается в помощи на целое лето, так как нет возможности ухаживать за домом, имеющим историческую ценность.
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Ivan Crumble
skeptical, and introspective. Ivan receives an unexpected letter from his aunt offering him a summer stay and work contract at her historic home in Ukraine. Intrigued by the mystery surrounding his father's disappearance, Ivan decides to accept her offer. During his stay, he uncovers hidden rooms, mysterious symbols, and peculiar artifacts, which fuel his curiosity and speculation about his father's disappearance.
Aunt Sophia
intelligent, and cryptic. Ivan's aunt Sophia writes him an invitation to spend the summer with her at her historic home in Ukraine. She hints that the summer will be eventful and suggests that Ivan will uncover secrets about his father's past. Her actions and statements are laced with an air of mystery, leaving Ivan both curious and skeptical about what lies ahead.
Lviv
vibrant, and secretive. Lviv is a city with a rich history dating back to the 9th century, featuring wellpreserved medieval architecture and a blend of cultures. The city seems to hold many secrets, with rumors of hidden passages and mysterious symbols on buildings. The atmosphere is lively yet secretive, providing a backdrop for Ivan's search for answers about his father's disappearance.
I was holding a letter from my aunt, whom I had not seen since I was five years old.
The address on the envelope was written in Ukraine, in the small settlement of Pidhirtsi, just a few kilometers from the city of Lviv.
She wrote that she would very much like me to come visit her for the entire summer, because she was in a bit of a pickle and could not care for her home herself.
I had no idea what kind of pickle that was, but I could not imagine what kind of help she might need from me.
After all, I am only seventeen years old.
I looked at the calendar on the wall and calculated that I had about two months of summer break left.
Mom was working, as always, and going to Lviv for two months would be better for me than staying at home alone.
But what kind of fun would I have there?
I paced around my room with the letter in my hand, thinking about whether or not to call Mom at work.
She hated when I called her during her shift at the hospital, but this was important.
I pulled out my phone and checked the time.
It was 2:45 PM, and I knew that Mom would soon be making her rounds around the wards.
My thumb hovered over her contact photo, a blurry snapshot of us from last Christmas, before I finally pressed dial.
The phone rang once, twice, three times, and with each ring my stomach tightened.
What would I say to Mom?
How would I explain this sudden invitation from an aunt we barely ever mentioned?
"Hello?"
Mom's voice crackled through the speaker, tired but alert.
"I'm going to Ukraine, Mom," I said, my voice steady and certain.
There was a long pause on the other end of the line, and I could almost hear Mom's mind racing.
I gripped the phone tighter, expecting her to protest or at least question my decision, but instead, I heard a deep sigh.
"If that's what you want, Ivan," she said, her voice tired from a long shift at the hospital.
I stood by my bedroom window, watching as our neighbor's cat prowled across the fence separating our yards.
The sunlight caught its fur, making it look like it was covered in gold dust.
I leaned against the glass, feeling the warmth seep into my skin as Mom continued to talk.
"Pack warm clothes for the evenings. Don't forget your medications. Get travel insurance. You know all this, but just in case."
She rattled off instructions as if sending me to camp for a week, not to a foreign country for two months.
Her calm acceptance unnerved me more than resistance would have.
"Okay, Mom," I replied, trying to sound just as casual.
"I'll take care of everything."
"Good. Book the flight immediately so we can finalize the arrangements," she said before hanging up abruptly.
I stood there for a moment longer, still holding the phone and staring out the window at nothing in particular.
Then I opened my laptop and navigated to the airline website.
As I scrolled through the flight options, my phone buzzed with a new message.
It was from Mom: "Ivan, there's something you should know about your aunt."
I hesitated before opening it, feeling a strange mix of curiosity and dread.
After Mom's text, I paced around my room again, this time feeling like I needed to talk to someone else about this.
I grabbed my phone and scrolled through my contacts until I found Alex's name.
My thumb hovered over the call button for a moment before I finally pressed it.
Alex was always up for anything.
Like that time we snuck into the abandoned factory on the outskirts of town, or when we hitchhiked to the state fair even though our parents had forbidden us from going.
The phone rang three times before Alex picked up.
"Hey man, want to go to Ukraine?" I blurted out without even saying hello.
I already knew his answer would be yes.
"Ukraine? Like, Eastern Europe?"
Alex's voice crackled through the speaker, excitement evident in his tone.
"Yeah, that's the one," I replied, flopping down onto my bed and tossing my phone onto the pillow beside me.
"So what's going on? You're not moving there or something, are you?"
Alex asked, his voice laced with amusement. "No, nothing like that," I said, rolling onto my side and propping myself up on one elbow.
"I got a letter from my aunt. She lives there. She wants me to come visit her for the summer."
"Whoa, that's random," Alex said, his voice filled with curiosity.
"What's the story behind that? You've never mentioned her before."
"I know," I said, running a hand through my hair as I tried to gather my thoughts.
"It's all pretty weird. My mom hasn't talked about her in years. But apparently she needs help with something and wants me to go stay with her for a while."
"That sounds sketchy," Alex said, his voice tinged with concern.
"But at the same time, it could be an adventure. Are you going?"
"I think so," I replied hesitantly.
"Well, count me in if you need company," Alex said with a laugh.
"Seriously?" I asked, surprised by his immediate enthusiasm.
"Yeah, man! It's not every day you get a chance to explore a new country and uncover some family mystery."