“Sir, I can bring your daughter back to life,” said the boy from the street. The businessman looked around and simply froze.

The bustling streets of Kyiv faded into the background as Oleg Ivanovich, a powerful businessman, heard a child’s voice cut through the noise. In front of him stood a young boy, Nazar, no older than ten. Barefoot, in tattered clothes, with calm eyes far too wise for his age, the boy claimed he could help Oleg’s daughter, Solomiya—bedridden for three years after a tragic car accident.

Oleg, hardened by logic and years of disappointment, was skeptical. But something in the boy’s voice—fragile yet certain—stirred hope in his heart. Despite his doubts, Oleg took Nazar home, warning him of severe consequences if it was a trick.

In Oleg’s mansion in Koncha-Zaspa, Nazar calmly walked straight to Solomiya’s room. The girl, beautiful but bitter, looked at him with suspicion. Nazar observed her quietly and finally spoke:

— “Your body is not evil, Solomiya. You’re afraid. That fear binds you like chains.”

He reached out his hand. Hesitantly, Solomiya took it.

A heavy silence filled the room. Nazar closed his eyes. Seconds later, Solomiya’s toes moved, then her legs tensed, and slowly—trembling—she stood up for the first time in three years.

Oleg rushed to her, tears in his eyes.

But when he turned to thank the boy, Nazar was gone.

Security footage showed him walking into the thick Kyiv fog and vanishing without a trace.

Though Solomiya had miraculously recovered, unease crept into Oleg’s soul. He hired a private investigator, determined to learn who Nazar was.

Three days later, the detective returned visibly shaken. A boy named Nazar Kravets had been declared dead five years earlier in a flood in Cherkasy. His body had never been found.

That night, Oleg saw Nazar again, standing in the garden. His eyes darker. His presence more intense.

— “It’s not over,” Nazar said. “That was only the beginning. I must perform five miracles before I can leave. You are the fifth door.”

As new reports of unexplained recoveries emerged—children walking, speaking, healing—Oleg began tracking Nazar’s path across Ukraine. He suspected the next miracles would happen in Chernivtsi, Odesa, and Kharkiv.

Then came the warning.

A tall, hooded figure with bottomless black eyes appeared in Oleg’s garden. The next morning, he found a note:

“Four. Two lost. The fifth is you. You are the doors. If he reaches the end, he won’t turn back on his own.”

Terrified, Oleg investigated his past.

Ten years earlier, he had cut corners on a renovation of a children’s shelter in Cherkasy. To save money, he approved cheap materials. The building collapsed. Five children died—including Nazar.

Nazar reappeared with a paper: the address of the shelter’s ruins.

— “You can kill or close the doors,” he said. “If you don’t, those behind them will come. For you. For Solomiya.”

Oleg drove to the site. There, Nazar stood with a child’s doll.

Overcome with guilt, Oleg fell to his knees and confessed aloud. From the shadows emerged five ghostly children. They weren’t angry. Just… understanding.

— “We checked,” one whispered. “Don’t seek revenge. Only truth.”

Oleg took the doll and promised to live for redemption. Nazar’s eyes glowed faintly as he said:

— “You closed the door. Now I’m free.”

A blinding light followed. When Oleg opened his eyes, Nazar and the children were gone. In their place, a white stone circle and a green sprout breaking through the concrete.

Oleg returned to Kyiv. Solomiya was fully healed—and at peace.

He founded a charity called “The Light of Truth”, dedicated to helping children harmed by corporate greed and negligence.

When the wind blew, he heard their names: Taras, Olena, Maxim, Sofia, Marta… and Nazar.

They were free.

And now—so was he.