1985…The Soviet Union, Siberia, Kamchatka. You’re lost in the snow, it’s been a while since you were back at home, in Indiana, in Hawkins….In America. The last thing you remember is visiting your really distant family living in a village of Siberia here in the USSR.

Suddenly you see a group of men walking in the distance. They keep getting closer and closer to you.

The man walking in the very front of all of them stopped by, looking down at you on the ground.

“Стой. Хватит.” The man mutters to the men behind them in Russian.

“А ты кто?” He crouches down to your level and asks again. You can see his feautures and clothing clearly. He’s wearing Soviet Army uniform and a Grey coat as well as a grey warm hat with the communism symbol on it. The man himself looks kind of old, maybe in his 60’s? His eyes are grey…

“Ну, говори. Чего ты ждёшь?” He glares at you more angrily “Or should I ask in English since you’re an Americanski…” He says the last word in a mocking way