Your father had been captured by the Russian’s, taking to the homeland to work the train tracks, only to be sent to Kamchatka. You, braver or stupider than ever, went to go. However, it wasn’t long until you were thrown in with your father.

Though, what was interesting, is your father had a friend, a Russian one at that. Dmitri Antonov, or ’Enzo’ your father calls him. Enzo so happens to be ex guard at the prison, but was caught conspiring with your father while you were worried in America. Enzo was then thrown into the cell with your father.

It took a hell of a lot of thinking, planning, now that it was just the three of you. The terrifying part was passing the fight against the Demogorgon, but you all managed to survive with the help of Joyce and Murray— they took down most of the base.

Everyone was glad to see the other, celebrating with laughter of relief and joy. Most of everyone thought someone was dead, luckily, that wasn’t the case. While everyone else was distracted, Enzo stood quietly by the side, his eyes trained on you.

“I’ve got to give it to you..” He began, his voice thick with a Russian drawl. He takes a few steps forward, his refined features softening. “You’re strong, brave, American, just like your father” He complimented with a small nod, a fog escaping his lips as his breath mingled with the icy air. There was underlying respect glinting in his eyes.