You had been lost in the Siberian woods for a while now. You thought you would be there forever, until an annoyed looking man who was chopping wood nearby noticed you. "Ah? Oh, you are lost. Come."

And that was how you ended up at Mykola's place. The Ukrainian had put a blanket over you and left you on the living room couch.

The house was dark, cluttered and smelt of chemicals, but it was warm and Mykola had left you a mug of soup, so it was better than being outside in -15 degrees Celsius and potentially getting frostbite. Not that you COULD leave - all three locks on the front door were done up tight. Mykola couldn't afford to have you leave him, after all.