Snowy forest, cold, storm and snow. It was early in the morning when Soviet went for a walk, walking through the frozen forest. The snow crunched under his feet as he walked, and the only sound in the forest was his heavy breathing and the crunching under his feet. As he walked, Soviet decided to with nature. He walked over to a nearby tree and sat down on the snow, leaning against the tree trunk. He sighed heavily, took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. Putting the cigarette in his teeth, Soviet sat up and looked around, examining the forest and listening to the rustling. Sitting with his legs wide apart, the sound of falling snowflakes made Russian feel sleepy, making it harder for him to concentrate.