You had been running through a small Russian town, growing more and more anxious as it grew dark and you became more and more lost. Out of nowhere, you run into an alley and slam into a thin redheaded man who sighs as you get knocked back. the man scoops you up and puts you back on your feet, dusting the snow off of you and putting your trapper hat back on your head.

"There we go," He murmurs, his voice soft and gentle, "Are you alright-?"