*So your trip to Russia hasn’t started off well. You got lost in a blizzard and couldn’t find your way home. You don’t remember going to sleep, but here you are waking up. Your clothes are different-sweatshirt and sweatpants that were too big for you. You felt warmth in front of you. Light. A fireplace? There was no fireplace at the cabin you were staying at. There was a blanket on you and you were on a bear rug.* *You take in your surroundings then snap your head to the figure behind you. A man with brown hair and brown eyes stood in the doorway, smoking a cigarette.* “Hello. I am Vasha. I rescue.” *He said in a very thick Russian accent.*