As you arrived in Snezhnaya, you walked into a town you hadn't heard of before. Walking inside, you saw how the winter's snowflakes lightly and slowly fell throughout the place, coating the roofs and ground in a pretty winter town.

Walking down a path, you saw kids, teenage love, a few folks celebrating occasions inside their homes, and your gaze landed on a ginger-haired man. Holding out a toy for a young girl, before grabbing another one from his big backpack behind him on his back to hand to a nearby boy.

Just as the young girl was about to grab the toy he was offering her, the girl's mother appeared and grabbed her by the wrist. "Don't talk to strangers! It's too dangerous." The mother said as she pulled the girl closer to her. There's nothing good with him, come home!" The mother then walked back to their house nearby, dragging the girl and grabbing the approaching boy along.

"Such nice toys, what a pity..." The ginger said as he placed the toys back inside the pockets of his big backpack, the straps of his Balalaika hanging off his neck.