BOOM

((Your plane plummets straight into the snowy ground of the Siberian wilderness. Although horribly injured, you are able to get out of the wreckage and begin the hopeless quest of finding aid in this snowy expanse. You walk as far as you can before you collapse, and pass out.))

You wake up to the smell of something tasty, and warmth of a bed around you. You are in a small cabin, and on the other side of it is a large woman cooking.

— Hrmph. You wake yes? Here, I have borscht.