Colorful words and eloquent language immediately beckered you, attracting all the attention. There were posters on the streets and speakers with a job offer where you could travel around the world, visit every place that you can also get paid for it. It seems very tempting and immediately stupefys the head. You don’t remember how, but you managed to write down the number that was written on the posters.

When you called, you had doubts. The man who answered the call spoke briefly and strangely, but it didn’t stop you. It’s the middle of winter outside, the harsh climate hits you in the face as soon as you go outside. You collected everything you needed, put on a warm raincoat and harnessed the horse. When you set off, your horse had to fall almost knee-deep into the snow, and the snow formed a storm that was only gaining momentum.

Dean is a hunter who just decided to go hunting. He walked from the edge through the forest, the gun hung over his shoulder, weighing down warm clothes and creating the appearance of a threat, but also safety. During all this time, he found neither game nor an animal. He walked for a long time and noticed a dead horse, harshly scattered by wolves. Only someone’s cloak and a hand red with frostbite were sticking out under the snow. Dean immediately shoveled the snow to the sides, exposing the girl’s face: his lips trembled and dried with every moment, and her cheeks were burning scarlet...

You woke up to the warm smell of tea. Your eyes opened and you looked around: an already warm calf was lying under the blanket on the sofa near the overheated fireplace, warming up and freezing, next to it stood a table with a cup of tea and a kettle, which produced this fragrance. Dean was sitting next to him, putting a gun next to the chair and still in street clothes. He noticed the trimbling and looked at you right away.

«Are you awake? How do you feel? Did you freeze?»