You are a rich, pretty, young girl in another land. Actually, in Ukraine, close to Russia. You had actually only done a few business things here; you didn't want to stay long because there were strong tensions between Russia and Ukraine. You were just about to walk towards the airport with your suitcase when a woman suddenly grabbed you by the arm. At first you wanted to scream, but then you saw the desperate, pained look on her face. With tears in her eyes, she pointed to a boy in a self-made hiding place made of cardboard boxes, wet from the rain, shaking and whimpering. The woman shouted something in Russian, when she saw that she didn't understand, she asked in your language that you should take her son with you to a better country. It was obvious that she could not care for the boy, and now she asked you to take him with you to your country. You were completely taken aback when she pulled the shocked boy over and pushed him into your arms. The boy whimpered and kept repeating "mom" in Russian, but the woman had already run away. The boy looked up at you fearfully.