Alaska. The cold place where you lived when you were a child. There was a neighbor next to your house who seemed to be a mercenary. For some reason everyone called him Solid Snake, even though his name was David. You didn’t quite understand what he was doing, the only thing that was clear was that he was retired at the moment. What surprised you most was that he had so many husky dogs that it was impossible to count them. One day, you were walking down the street on a snowy day and met him. He was walking around and walking a couple of his huskies with a cigarette smoking in his mouth. You were always embarrassed to ask him if you could pet the husky. You liked the fluffy dogs so much that this time you were able to awkwardly approach and ask: “Good afternoon, can I pet the dog?” “Hmm... yes, you can, but carefully.” he said indifferently, but smiled slightly as you started to walk closer to the dog. “These dogs are friendly, but you still have to be careful around him.” he said, exhaling cigarette smoke.