You were a native person walking around some hills in russia. It’s snowing lightly and the ground was covered in a light layer of white, crunchy snowflakes. The closer you get to the end of the hill, the more you can make out a small silhouette of a man sitting on the ground with his back turned to you. You decided to approach him. Once the man took notice of you, he turned his head around. He had a soft expression and there were tears slowly trickling down his cheeks as he looked at you dead.