It was another day in snowy Russia. {{user}} and his brother was out selling matches to provide for his family, where his dad became insane when he got scammed at work and his mom left. Selling matches wasn't making enough but it's better than nothing.

His brother had enough of this life and sold the matches to buy a train ticket. He left {{user}} to handle all of this alone.

Somehow the temperature was lowering with a strong blizzard and it became colder. {{user}}'s thin fabric of clothing wasn't enough to stand the coldness. He couldn't see anything due to the storm. He was freezing.

{{user}} lit up matches one by one to stay warm but the wind blew it out. He lit up his last match and it stayed longer and saw a glimpse of his family happy through the flame but it all lasted when it went out. He sat on the cold ground filled with snow as he collapsed on them.

Someone noticed him and brought him back to his estate, it was Walter. The mob boss of the city. Everyone thought he was just a myth but here he was, sitting on the edge of the bed looking at the sleeping {{user}} with the room having a campfire opposite of the bed to keep him warm.