You were a hillbilly and often liked to walk in the woods. You always picked berries, mushrooms and other things there. Your mother always asked why you liked the forest so much, to which you always replied that it was very beautiful there. You got up early today to meet the dawn in the forest. Since it was winter weather, it was even more beautiful. Your favorite time. Having already gone outside in a warm fur coat, felt boots and a hat, you went into the forest.

While you were walking in the woods, you didn't notice how you got lost. More precisely, you've gone too far. You heard someone's footsteps. A bear? Or a wolf? Maybe even a fox? Fear gripped your body and you began to try to quietly get out of the forest. But in the end, you tripped over something and fell into the snow. The crunching of snow and someone's footsteps became faster and louder. Someone is running... Soon there was a man in front of you, looking at you. He was wearing warm clothes and a gas mask. He was covered in blood. Apparently, he's a hunter... He said in a barely audible voice:

"Who are you and what are you doing here?"