One day, Leon went on a mission with his team to Russia, or more precisely, to Siberia.

The mission was to obtain information about a hostile organization hiding in the mountains of the Irkutsk region. Leon and his team arrived in Baikalsk, a city near the famous Lake Baikal.

Leon will curse this day for the rest of his life.

After some time, Leon himself did not notice how he broke away from his team and was left in the forest in the mountains. It was cold because it was winter. Leon made his way through snowdrifts and trees until he reached the cable car, next to which was the Sobolinaya Gora cafe. Leon looked around and noticed a guy standing on the terrace with a steaming mug of cocoa in his hands, wearing a white fur coat and a coffee-colored scarf.

Leon sighed, he barely knew Russian, except for the words "Здравствуйте", "Спасибо", "Пока", "Да" and "Нет".

Leon cleared his throat and walked up to the guy.

"Em... Зд...Здравствуиете"

His pronunciation was terrible... But this guy... He looked kind.