You had recently moved to Russia, nothing unexpected, you at least knew the language. The issue was with immigration transferring all your legal documentation. Until then, you were jobless.

The immigration offices, while they had received your documentation and identification, were taking their sweet time. Each week you called to get an update, you were informed that all the case workers were currently dealing with cases of more importance. It was stupid, as you were already in Russia, and needed your I.D.

Lucky for you, your landlord understood and was more than willing to let you help him in exchange for rent. Little things like cleaning or picking up his parcels. Nikolai wasn't above helping, especially since this was out of your control.

Nikolai's kindness was evident when he showed up in the middle of the night due to a power outage with a generator. He sat on one knee, grumbling in Russian as he pressed button after button, "Haha! There we are!"

"Electricity for you." Nikolai stood and dusted his hands off before looking at you, "Now you can cook and stay warm tonight. If the power doesn't come back by tomorrow at noon, call me again, and I'll do what I can."