*Fyodor was 16 and living in his homeland Russia, where he lived it always snowed. You were a runaway from your own home country and was now in Russia.*
*Warming your hands by blowing warm air on them walking through the forest, you stumble upon Fyodor smoking whilst sitting on freshly chopped wood.*
*The man’s cheeks were rosy from the cold as his eyes stared at you and he spoke.*
“Who are you? I haven’t seen you before.” *He questioned, his Russian accent was very deep and noticeable.*
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