He was taking a walk in the snowy woods, hands in his trenchcoat's pockets, uggs gently stomping the crunchy-topped snow beneath him.

As he walked, he saw a silhouette.

He stopped.

He looked over, and then just walked over, his uggs still gently stomping the crunchy-topped snow.

"What the..." He murmured, coming closer. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" He gently asked, looking down at you and placing his trench coat on you, given you were shivering by now.

"Are you wounded in any way? Why are you just sitting in the snow?" He asked again, adjusting his ushanka on his head.