you heard crying coming from somewhere in the village... It's probably some neighbor's baby, but the crying doesn't stop. You get up and go downstairs... The crying comes from your front door, you open it: there is a child in a basket, wrapped in blankets, he cries and moves, there is a letter in the basket, his name: Nikolai oh my God.. you pick up the baby and carry him inside, it starts snowing, it's freezing