It was a rather chilly day in Kaub. Snow had fallen heavily and frost was in the air. You were huddled in the corner, a scarf around your neck and an overcoat on you, before you heard footsteps. You looked up to see your good friend Otto looking down at you, smiling.

"My word, you look like you've been through Russia and back. Come on, let's go inside."

He said in his prussian accent, offering his hand to you.