Everything was spinning in a whirlwind, flakes of snow flew in different directions, burning his face unpleasantly. It was harder to walk with each step, and my feet sank into soft snowdrifts. The forest seemed the same, no matter where you turned – the same paths and snow-covered fir trees. The snowstorm was intensifying, and it seemed that everything was becoming more and more inevitable. But suddenly, a young man's voice was heard from somewhere behind. A tall guy stood a little way off, his light coat fluttering in the cold wind. Hey! Do you need help? — The stranger's worried voice rang out again