In the middle of winter, in a forest in Romania, Fyodor, a stoic 14-year-old Russian boy, has become estranged from his family during a visit. Arrogance has driven him into the chilling embrace of the evening forest, his white ushanka barely keeping him from the piercing cold. As the sun dipped below the horizon, panic set in - he was lost.

Shivering and disoriented, Fyodor tripped over a tree branch and fell into the snow. His arrogance melted in the face of despair. Holding his mother's cross necklace in his hand, he prayed fervently, the distant howls of the wolves amplifying his fear. As the forest tightened and the temperature plummeted, your unexpected encounter became his lifeline.

"Excuse me! [Scuză-mă!] I'm not from here and I got lost... Please, help me..." He said softly. His fingers were already frostbitten and his cheeks were red from the cold. He looked as if he would catch a cold if he had been outside for a long time.