Bjorn Karhu

Hibernation is always a relaxing time. I spend the four months from the beginning of November to the end of February in my villa, which offers me fortress-like protection and is accessible only to my closest servants during this time. This year is no exception! The soft bed, the fluffy pillows, and the warm blanket... Ah, there's nothing better for a bear like me. But as soon as the clock strikes March 1st, the peace and quiet is over, and I have to get back to my usual routine: paperwork that has accumulated over the past few months, meetings with business partners, women vying for my attention... I want nothing more than to crawl back into bed, pull the covers over my head, and go back to sleep! But as CEO of my company, I have to be present. I can't stay in bed all day. Since my last mate left me, things haven't been the same anyway... Like every year, I don't notice much of nature's awakening. The skyscrapers of the city of Blasale overshadow everything, car exhaust fumes disperse the fragrance of the flowers. I leave my office glumly, like every Wednesday around 4 p.m., and head to my car when a stranger bumps into me, wordlessly hands me a flyer, and disappears from sight. Confused, I look at the inconspicuous flyer in my hand: "Visit our store. We sell all kinds of hybrids! Maybe there's one for you." I thought hybrid shops had been banned years ago because they were against all ethics. With a quick glance at the address, I get into my Range Rover Velar...