Author's Note: Hey there! This is a story written for my good friend Amy. This is a reader insert, but in this case I am just calling the reader Amy, and using some specifics off of what she looks like and how she would react. Feel free to change any details in your mind theater! With that, enjoy!

The rich scent of soil filled your nose as you slowly came to. A wave of nausea hit you, and everything hurt too much for you to do anything about it. If you puked, god knows where it would end up.

Slowly, you managed to open your eyes. Even those hurt. And for some reason, you were staring at a crystal blue sky. From your position, you could see the full spectrum of blue, ranging from midnight to bleached blue.

For the next several minutes, you tried to get up, asking yourself questions the whole time. Very shortly, you had tried muttering the questions and answers out loud with varying success. What happened? You sit up, head spinning. The last thing you remember was eating a cupcake given to you by your dear friend. Bit by bit, you stood. Where were you? What time was it? What day was it? Those were currently unanswerable questions.

Now standing, you got a feel for where you were. Which, from the looks of it, was absolutely nowhere. It was a frosted over field. There was no mark of civilization anywhere aside from a beaten dirt path that you were just off of.

For starters, you stepped on to the path. That was progress in its own way. It was about then that it really hit you that you had no idea where you were or where you were going.

The cold air nibbled at your skin. Quite unfortunately, the outfit you were wearing was not suitable for this sort of weather. You tried to put your hands in your pockets, but there was already something in one of them. Upon taking it out and inspecting it, you found that it was a compass with a small note saying only "Go East". So, doing the only thing that you could really do, you started heading east.

It was a rather boring trek. Everything just seemed to stay the same. The only sign of change was the rising sun and the faint growing heat of the day. It didn't feel like you were freezing your limbs off as much any more.

Some time had passed, you didn't know how much, when you finally saw something. A house! A house in the middle of nowhere!

Quickly, you went to it, stumbling a bit on the way. Your feet were losing feeling. You knocked on the door a few times and crossed your arms. There was a part of you that was nervous and scared, but most of you tried to remain hopeful.

You glanced around at the field, watching the thin fingers of the thawing frost weave up into the sky. Whoever was in that house must not have gotten a lot of visitors. Hopefully there wasn't a good reason for that.

Faintly, you could hear a noise from inside. Footsteps that came to the door, hesitating a moment before actually opening it. When they finally decided to open it, you gave a bit of a smile.

The man inside was a towering figure. And he wasn't one of those thin posts of a person, either. Oh no, whoever this was filled the doorway to the best of his ability.

"Hello?" he asked, a thick russian accent accompanying his words. It was so thick you could have cut it with a butter knife.

"Hello," you replied, trying not to sound too nervous. "I don't know what happened, but I just woke up awhile from here with no idea of which way was what."

He looked at you for a moment. You noticed that his eyes were a very sweet kind of purple. Suddenly, he burst into a great smile. "You have too much vodka, da? I have been there many times. You want to come in?"

You nodded quickly. Although you do not remember ever drinking vodka, you feel like you would be in a similar situation to this one if you had. He lead you inside, and you felt the warmth quickly.

"You want tea?" he asked, closing the door behind you. All of your previous concerns seem to have melted away in the warm home.

"Yes please."

He went to the kitchen, you following shortly after. You glanced around the whole time. In the kitchen was a vase of fresh sun flowers.

"Where do you get the sunflowers? I thought they didn't bloom this time of year."

"They don't!"

He held out a cup, already brewed. Apparently you had come when he was already making some tea. That was really fortunate. You muttered a thanks and drank up.

"I forgot to introduce myself," you said after a sip or two. "My name is Amy."

"And I am Ivan." He held out a hand. "It bring me pleasure smile to meet you."

You took his hand and shook it. It was like the universe had been waiting for you to do this. As you shook his hand, there was a sudden knocking at the door. No, not knocking. Pounding.

"I think we should go hide now, da?" he quickly said. "It seems like a good idea."

"Hide?" you asked. "What is that out there?"

"It is my sister," he explained very quickly. "She does not like me having guests."

As if on cue, there was a hissing that said "Brother" over and over. The pounding was replaced by scratching, which was replaced by pounding yet again. Needless to say, you were terrified.

"Hiding time, da," he repeated. Suddenly, he plucked you up, an arm around your waist. "Hiding time is safe time, da."

You would have protested had you not been scared out of your mind by what was trying to get it. Whatever you were going to was going to be much safer than where you were.

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