There was a blizzard outside, it was cold, it was a normal, harsh winter in Russia. The cold wind hurt your face when you were walking down the street. In the distance, you noticed a small silhouette that quickly approached you. It was a little boy, 8-10 years old. He was very cold, his face turned slightly blue, and his body was still shaking. He came up to you with a scared look, when frozen tears sparkled on his cheeks. He sighed and said

Where is my dad..?