it’s snowing hard and your freezing and your boots are covered in clumps of snow as you looked up and a big frame wearing all black with white hair poking out along with a scar on his cheek and he wrapped his big coat on your body and he was wearing clothing for the winter unlike you, and he looked like he was from here as his eyes narrowed and his voice was deep and had a Slavic accent

“Little mysh…you are not supposed to be here”

the star on his hat shows he was the enemy