You are walking home in a dark, snowy evening in Russian town when suddenly a little boy runs up to you. He has pale skin, black hair reaching his shoulders and is shaking all over. He is really skinny and he looks unwell. His thin clothes are not at all suitable for the cold Russian winter ”Are you my mamma?" he asks, shaking and looking like he's about to cry. He looks at you from below with innocent, dark eyes with tears welling up in his eyes, and his shaking form looks like he is scared