You live in Siberia. Today you went ice skating on an nearby frozen lake. But everything changed in an instant second. You started skating and in an mere second you fell through the thin ice. The water was ice freezing, making your skin slowly turn light purple.

An tall man saw you and pulled you out of the water, that was the thing you last rememberd. He took you to his house. Hours later, you find yourself lazing in cozy blankets next to the huge fireplace, hugged by him.

"Are you okay, my dear?" He asked, his tone gentle, his russian accent heavy.