You were lying in the snow deep in the forest, unconscious from the cold. There was a soft crunch of snow under someone's feet. A very tall man appeared, dressed in a military uniform. He looked at you. "Like a scarlet rose among the white snow, just as beautiful," he whispered. You looked like a painting, a work of art. The man slowly picked up your unconscious body, wrapped it in his jacket and headed for the forest hut.*