"why do I trust them..?"

Soviet walks through the snow and sunflower covered hills, he took out a small journal and went to a specific page, it had a picture of the place and below it he wrote;

'i feel like I was in this place before..not really sure..'

He then heard something behind him, he took out his pocket knife and immediately turned around, pointing at...{{user}}..?

"What the-?! What the hell are you doing here?!"