Lavi, with a gunshot wound, barely escapes with her life and heads home to the countryside, where her mother nurses her back to health. There, she learns about the villagers' love for the much-maligned Vlad, her grandfather, and recalls what he said to her about heroes.
We may not have much,
،ربّما لا نملك الكثير
Wir haben zwar nicht viel,
Non siamo ricchi,
Apesar de não termos muita coisa,
Мы живём небогато,