It was past ten o'clock when small droplets of rain started hitting the windows of a massive, white and blue Airbus A380, owned by AirFrance, followed by roars of thunder echoing through the dark, windy and starless night.

Seated next to the window of the airplane, in a small first class room on the second floor, was Feodor Smirnoff, a 236 centimeter tall man, with a bit bulky but lean muscular body with a wide chest and arms. His normally, slight pale skin acquired a tan after a month of intense cardio trainings in the state of Florida.

His face was neatly shaven and his hair was cut short on sides while remaining longer on top. His bangs were lifted up revealing a short scar on his forehead.

He was wearing a black Rang tracksuit, and black Nike Air Max trainers, on his wrist was a brand new Seiko watch and a religious bracelet.

Even with the doors of his room closed he could still hear the engines and occasional chit-chat between fellow passengers and flight attendants, but he paid them no attention, his mind was drifting in the snow covered mountains and a small town where grew up in his grandparents' house alongside with his younger sister, Nadyezhda.

He could see her face clearly, she was smiling to him, her long blonde hair caressing her cheeks, her blue eyes filled with joy, her soft hands beckoning him to come.

,,After I finish this photoshoot in Paris, I''ll come home with fifty million dollars, that will be more than enough to find you, it has to be'', thought Feodor while clenching his fists.

,,Hey, Feo...Feo you there'', said someone from outside the room.

Feodor hesitated a little before his mind came back to reality.

,,Yeah, Tyler, I'm here, you need somethin' '', said Feodor as he turned away from the window to face the door.

,,Listen to this'', he heard Tyler speak, today, the famous ,,Snow Giant'', Feodor Smirnoff, better known to his fans as Feo blew the audiences away as he fought against not one but two boxing champions, the Heavyweight champion William Smith and light-heavyweight champion Daniel Darrona, both of whom had clean records.

This never before seen fight was...''

,,Don't they have more important stuff to write?'', said Feodor cutting Tyler in mid sentence.

,,Dude this is Men's Health, it's like the most famous magazine ever, you're hitting it big'', said Tyler obviously ignoring Feodor's question.

,,That is what I dislike the most about this job, next thing I know, there will be a paparazzi following me around everywhere I go'', said Feodor, waving his arms while he spoke.

,,That's the price of fame dude'', said Tyler and shrugged his shoulders.

Feodor wanted to keep protesting, but he just let out a small sigh and said,

,,I know, It's also the price I have to pay to find her''.

,,You're still on about that, dude it has been eighteen years, there is just no way...'', started Tyler in a sympathetic tone.

,,Stop it, I'll find her, what if she is somewhere, begging me to find her, if I gave up now I...I...'', said Feodor.

,,I understand, all I'm saying is, chances are low, bro'', said Tyler and let out a small sigh.

,,Even if the likeliness is one per cent, I'll still try'', said Feodor.

,,You're stubborn Feo, too stubborn, but then again, that's what got you here afterall'', said Tyler.

,,Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking, we apologize for a slight delay, we were awaiting meteorological prognosis and due to a hurricane in the north our route was slightly altered, we expect a delay upon arrival of about twenty, we're sorry for the inconvenience, and we hope you still enjoy the flight, good night''

,,Hurricane, well that's odd'', said Tyler.

,,Are they uncommon this time of the year?'', asked Feodor and once again started gazing through the window.

,,It's not that, yesterday on the news they said that it won't reach the coastal area for another day'', said Tyler and started typing something on his ipad.

,,Well If you ask me, I don't mind a few extra minutes of this, I could get used to this life'', said Feodor.

,,I don't mind it either, I only mind the route'', said Tyler.

,,The route?'', asked Feodor.

,,Yeah, from the looks of it, we're gonna cross over the Bermuda Triangle'', said Tyler

Feodore cringed and said,

,,Come on Ty, don't tell me you believe in that conspiracy bullshit''

,,It ain't conspiracy man, I know a guy...'', started Tyler, but Feodor interrupted him.

,,Let me guess, who knows a guy whose grandfather went fishing in that area and saw strange lights in the sky right?''

,,Yeah...that's right, more or less'', said Tyler.

,,It's standard cliché crap Ty, don't believe in everything people say to you'', said Feodore.

,,Do you think I would have succeeded as a manager if I did?'', asked Tyler with a small smirk.

,,Who ever said you're a good successful manager'', said Feodor and burst into laughter.

,,Ha, ha'', said Tyler with pauses between the two words, then added, are you gonna start standup comedy now too''.

,,Ha ha ha ha, sorry Ty, come on I know you like my sense of humor'', said Feodor.

,,Worshipin' it Feo, fuckin' worshiping it'', said Tyler.

,,Ladies and gentleman, this is your captain speaking, our take-off will begin momentarily please fasten your seatbelts''

Feo could see the lights of the airport and other vehicles begin to move as the airplane turned and entered the runway, the engines became louder as the plane moved down the airstrip and after a few bumps gained more and more altitude.

Feo took a piece of chewing gum to help ease of the pressure which was quickly building up in his ears.

Seconds later the entire skyline of Miami and neighboring towns became visible but due to clouds disappeared in mere moments.

With nothing amusing to do, Feodore decided to call the flight attendant to make his bed after the seatbelt sign turned off.

After his bed was made, Feodore chose meals for breakfast, he went with baked beans and golden waffles with fruit compote and for drink chose black coffee.

Feodore thanked the flight attendants and left the small living room, the bedroom was just across behind Tylers living room.

Over the walls Feo could see Tyler, he was glued to a book he was reading, but fortunately he wasn't wearing any headphones.

,,Hey Ty I'm going off to catch some z's okay, I'll see you in the morning'', said Feodore.

,,Okay Feo, good night'', said Tyler with a small smile still looking at the book.

Feo quickly entered his bedroom and pressed the do not disturb button to his left, he sighed when he saw the bed.

It was very neat and elegantly organised, with white sheets and red cover. There were three pillows with the airline logo on them, next to the bed was a fixed night stand with a small drawer. Above it was a small console for the built in thirty centimeter wide TV screen located left to the door, on the right was a small closet and switches for light, all in all the bedroom was very luxurious for an average height person, but for Feodore it was a nightmare.

,,This is going to be a pain in the ass, nobody ever thinks about tall people'', he thought to himself as he put small earplugs he took from his first class welcome kit.

He took his Samsung Galaxy S7 phone and set the alarm to go on in five hours and then he changed to his pajamas provided by the airline.

He laid down, since he was much longer than the bed he bent his knees and made himself comfortable as much as he could.

Even with the mattress and pillow being very soft and comfy, Feodor didn't fell asleep right away, he stared in the ceiling of his bedroom once again lost in his memories.

,,Nadya...Nadyezhda...where are you please answer mee...'', he remembered shouting those words a long time ago.

He closed his eyes tightly and then relaxed, with fatigue cathing up to him, Feodore drifted away into sleep.

Loud thunder sounds woke him up.

Feodore gasped as he suddenly shifted from dream to reality, he grabbed his phone only to realize that only two hours passed since he fell asleep.

Another shockwave of turbulence enveloped the airplane, by now he could hear screams from other passangers.

,,What the fuck is going on'', he thought as he stood up bumping his head, constant shaking made it impossible to stay up, so he tumbled down back to his bed.

,,Damn it'', he shouted to himself and tried getting back up again holding the walls tightly, he opened his cabin door, papers, glasses, plates, bottles, even food were thrown around the floor.

I turned left to find Tyler but Feodore felt someone grabbing him by his shoulder. It was one of the flight attendances.

,,Sir get back inside you need to tie the safety belt around you'', she said.

,,But, my friend is...'', before Feodore could finish the plane suddenly started losing altitude, I grabbed the door but the stewardess began floating in mid air, she was screaming now.

The freefall suddenly came to a halt, the stewardess collided with the wall and made a large thud.

Feodore crotched, took a napkin from her uniform and pressed it against the bleeding head wound.

,,Are you alright, can you hear me'', shouted Feodore but to no avail, she was unconscious.

,,Damn it how could something like this happen, don't they have navigation, how could they have missed this large hurricane'', thought Feodore as he began panicking.

,,Medic, I need a medic'', he shouted but no one could hear him from the screams and turbulance, with every new shockwave new cracks appeared on the windows and the metal began to bend, panic lamps turned on and oxygen masks fell from their compartments.

A thunder directly impacted the plane, causing it lose electricity as all lights suddenly exploded, it was dark, the engines began losing power as the wings bended and small parts of the airplane began to fall apart.

Feodore could hear loud cracking noises from downstairs and in imminently the airplane broke in two, the vacuum began sucking everything at enormously fast pace, he could feel it was pulling him as well, he was losing balance as the unconscious flight attendant was sucked in the darkness and foggyness of the hurricane.

,,NO!'', shouted Feodore as he held the wall of the bedroom tightly, his legs were floating in air, he tried to somehow crawl back into the room but to no avail, because soon, tossed around like a little toy the remaining half of the plane started gradually falling apart, screams of the passengers became softer and distant, time seemed to have lost meaning.

Feodore's unmatched strength faded, as he couldn't hold himself anymore, he slided through the broken hallway into the merciless weather.

Seconds passed, and he was soaked from the rain, dragged by the winds at more than twelve thousand meters above sea level. He was cold. It was minus sixty degrees, hypothermia stroke him.

Time seemed to speed up, droplets of rain began, changing, transforming as Feodore's vision became blurry.

,,Is this it, has everything I did led me to this, I am going to die, without ever finding you, I'm sorry'', he thought.

He looked around himself one last time, strangely it wasn't so cold anymore, he felt as if he was falling through a giant wormhole surrounded by stars, quasars and galaxies, time, space and even light and sound were nonexistent here, memories were fading, he felt his very existence being split on an atomic level, this definitely wasn't earth anymore

Was he going to heaven and hell, was he even moving, he did not know, not until a small light appeared at the end he was reaching.

He passed through the hole and blue aura enveloped him, like a meteorite breaking into Earth's atmosphere, only the planet he was approaching didn't look like Earth, continents and seas were different.

Feodore could see clearly now, there appeared to be cities dotted around the dry areas, as he was closer he could see more details.

Beneath him seemed to be an orchard of some kind with a farm in the middle near a town and a river cradled in a valley surrounded by mountains.

The view lasted only a millisecond before he hit the earth like metal when pulled to a magnet. He was fixed to the ground.

The impact made a small shockwave with no crater. Exhausted, drained, and horrified Feodore became unconscious, and after a turbulent night, his body finally relaxed.