The coat that surrounded your frail figure was not enough to keep you warm. The three week rations you had packed lasted no longer than a week. If it wasn't for the snow, you surely would've died of dehydration. But it seemed as if now the cold and icy winds of this land would surely eat you away. You looked up at the sky, the sun was covered by not only snow filled clouds, but by the tall trees. You pressed a hand to your cold cheek, that's where you felt the only warm thing on your face, your tears. You had so much more you wanted to do before you left this world.

It wasn't long before your were laughing. Were you delirious? You were pretty sure something wasn't working quite right in that mind of yours. But for whatever reason you kept on thinking about those 'I survived' shows, and imagined what it would be like if you made it through this and got to go on there. "You hear that forest! Because of you I'm gonna be on T.-" You hit the snow with a soft pat. It was cold. Luckily it had stopped snowing, and now your dull (e/c) eyes were staring up at a cloud. You noticed your eye lids were getting heavier by the moment. "N-no..I-I D-don't wanna die like this.." But darkness ignored your plea, and sent you into a world full of visions. You saw all your birthdays, your family, your friends, all of your successes, all of your failures, all of it. But you were awoken by a kick to your right side. A sharp pain shot through you. You body was too weak to take any type of hit right now. "Oh, my, you are alright, da?" You heard a Russian voice. But quite honestly you didn't care who it was. "Please.." You whimpered. "Please what?" The Russia voice asked. You were pretty sure if you weren't hungry and cold right now, you would've punched this guy in the face. "But of course, Ivan will always help beautiful little sunflowers." The man said gently, picking you up. He felt warm. Much different from the cold snow, rocks, and trees you had been near lately. You barely noticed that you had your face in his chest, but he didn't complain about it. But then you heard a female voice. "BROTHER! COME BACK HERE!" The harshness in the voice struck fear into your heart. "Oh my, I'm sorry my sunflower, but it seems as if I'm going to have to run..It'll be a little bumping, da?" But the Russian man didn't know that you had already lost your small hold onto life. And you were currently struggling to stay alive, let alone awake. You wanted to see the man who tried to save you. You wanted to thank him. But his warmth made it all to easy for you to just fall.

You woke up to a strange sensation. Warmth. But that was not all. You felt as if you were being watched. "Ah, so my sunflower has awoken. You are hungry, da?" You instantly went to rise, only to feel a wave of pain. You landed back on the pillow that had been placed under your head. "Did my sunflower hurt herself?" The man asked. "C-can you please not call me sunflower?" You asked quietly, getting a good look at the man who had rescued you. "Oh-then what should I call you?" He asked. "Y-you can call me _____" You said, looking at the plate of food he held in his hand. "Ok, Sunflower _______, I'm Ivan." He said with a child-like smile. "I forgot, my ______, is hungry." Ivan said, taking a spoonful of mashed potatoes from the plate. You sat yourself up a bit so it would be easier to eat. You took the spoonful of potatoes and gratefully chewed and swallowed. Though they felt weird, the last thing you had eaten, other than snow, had been a granola bar, so eating this soft warm and heavy food made you feel good. But you weren't sure how your stomach would take to it.

After finishing the meal, you thanked Ivan. "If you need anything-Please don't hesitate to ask, da?" He said, leaving the room. It felt good to finally be out of harms way. Though something didn't feel quite right about this. The atmosphere just didn't scream 'Peace!'. But who were you to complain? This man, who could have just left you in the snow, saved your life. You closed your eyes. You would sleep, because you knew sleeping would be good for someone in your condition. And once you woke, you'd call your family to let them know you were alright...