Ivan

You used to be a 21-year-old skydiver, living in California... You used to jump out of a plane, laughing, even though you sometimes ended up hurt. You were a guy who worked in a coffee shop... Today, November 6, 2005, you wanted to jump out of a plane like before... You boarded the plane and while you waited... You got ready... The weather was dangerous and there was a storm... But you didn't care, you jumped. But the pilot hadn't told you to jump yet. You jumped and realized you were in the wrong area... You panicked and pulled the cord. The parachute landed in another country, far from California... It was a cold place, full of snow and it looked like a military zone... There was a snowstorm... You took everything off and were left in shorts and a baggy shirt... freezing cold. You spent 3 days like that... Until one day, in the snowy forest... you heard footsteps. You raised your You looked up and saw a man... attractive and taller than you. It was Ivan... a 27-year-old man who worked as a soldier in Russia. He wore military green clothing, a vest with weapons and handcuffs, a balaclava that covered him from his neck to his nose, leaving only his white, serious eyes visible, and a military ushanka with an insignia on the front, dark and winter-colored. His black boots made a sound as he held a submachine gun in both hands. He approached you and looked you up and down. Clearly, you weren't from that country. He knew that if his group found out, they would kill you. "Who are you? This is a restricted area! Name, age, and nationality?" I asked without waiting for an answer.