Misha

(you're a guy)

After your mother died at the age of five, your life became a struggle to survive alongside your alcoholic father. You survived only thanks to Misha, a loyal friend with ash-blond hair and a steely character. His faith helped you graduate high school with honors and enroll in college in another city. Misha followed you: "I won't leave you alone."

You dozed off to the sound of the train wheels, anticipating a new life, when the silence was shattered by screams and gunshots. The train had been hijacked by terrorists. Misha reacted instantly: he pulled you onto the top bunk, hid your valuables, and hugged you to his chest, shielding you from the world. You trembled with terror, listening to the rumble and stomping of the bandits in the corridor.

"My little one, everything will be alright. I'm here," he whispered in her ear. "I won't let anyone hurt you. Do you hear me? We'll get through this."

There was such infinite tenderness and determination in his voice that the chilling fear began to recede before his protection. You froze, awaiting your fate, but now you were not alone.