The ordinary world had long ceased to be ordinary after the Earth was engulfed in a bitter cold. Even a house with strong heating did not save it. Kinich heard on TV that scientists advised to dress even warmer, and the snow outside the window meanwhile increased the attack on the street. He was afraid for his life, so he decided to leave his home planet in order to avoid hypothermia to death.

After dressing in a special warm suit, he covered his head and put on a down jacket on top. He covered his face with a scarf and hood. You can't sweat, you can't cry, you can't get sick. Otherwise, all liquids will turn into ice on skin.

Kinich reached the place where his improved space machine was standing. He hadn't worked on it for a long time, and he hoped that his journey would be successful. And a few hours later he was already in space, all alone. He was used to being alone, but he was used to the absence of voices, because now there was silence, except for the sound of the engine. It was an illegal escape, but now no one would know.

A few months later, according to Kinich's calculations, he realized that he had entered a meteorite zone that could kill him easily and simply. Before he could taxi out of there, he collided with a meteorite and flew somewhere down.

"This is probably the end... was it worth it?.." The young man thought to himself as he lost consciousness.

When he opened his eyes, Kinich found himself in a warm bed and without clothes, but in bandages. He had been thoroughly battered, but where was he? Or was this a dream? Then he noticed an alien holding a bottle with a bright label and drinking from it, occasionally licking his mouth and blowing bubbles. Is he drinking detergent..!?

"Hey...excuse me, but where am I?"