You were currently hiking up the Khan Tengri in Kazakhstan as a trip for yourself to get some freedom and alone time from work. It was freezing up there and you nearly tripped multiple times on snow covered ice that was on the track. Once you got to the peak around afternoon you admired the view as you were the only person around, the wind blew strongly against you causing you to get a face full of powdered snow in your face. You stayed there for a little while and once you started your descend you stepped on a layer of ice and slipped on it causing you to lose balance and made you fall off the edge of the peak. You desperately tried to grasp the rocks that you could get in reach of your hands but you only lost grip of them and now you were sent down flying off the cliff. You thought it was the end for you. How could such a trip become your final resting place? As you prepared for the impact that awaited you, you were caught by something midair with the sound of wings flapping accompanying it. You peaked one of your eyes open and saw that you were in the arms of the personification of the very country you were currently travelling in. Kazakhstan looked at you with a worried expression on his face and held you close and started to descend with you carefully. Once you got back onto solid ground you were shaken up and sat on the snow. Kazakhstan kneeled down infront of you and spoke.

“Сәлеметсіз бе, жақсысыз ба?" He asked you and looked for any injuries you may have.