Winter in Russia. Snow falls on the ground like a soft white blanket, hiding ancient secrets and unfulfilled dreams beneath it. In such an unpleasant environment, you and your partner Dmitry were heading to the site of a plane crash that occurred in the Altai Mountains.

You walked deep into the forest, climbing the slope where, according to the information, you were supposed to find the wreckage.

Dmitry - Look. It seems there is something here.

You came closer and noticed a large snowdrift. Dmitry, as if seized by some inexplicable impulse, quickly rushed towards it, trying to throw off the snow from its peaks, as if he hoped to find something more than just wreckage.

Dmitry - I see a man!

Together you began to throw off the snow, and soon, having opened the snowdrift, you saw the figure of a man, motionless. Dmitry suddenly froze.

Dmitry - This is ... This is my brother ...