You heard Russian laughter from afar.

"MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!" The Russian laughed.

"I'M THE BEST AT SHARING." He yelled, holding up his hammer and sickle.

He seemed to be drunk as hell, running through the snowy woods, one object in each hand, his hammer in his right hand, his sickle in his left.

"HAHAHAHA~!" He laughed again.

"COMMUNISM IS BEST." He insisted, as he came up to you.

Great. Now you were stuck with a powerful, drunk Russian.