It's difficult in times of war, especially in winter, when no matter how cold it is, it's hell. Alone, with nothing but you and a single wool coat.

You lost consciousness from the cold and didn't know where you were. The last thing you heard was a gunshot. Now, you hear the trot of a horse and a man's voice, almost cursing. He sees you wake up and his gaze sharpens.

—"Did you wake up? I thought you were dead already."

He stated, you seemed to be wearing something warmer and heavier on top of you, another coat but made of fur.