It was a winter night in the Western Siberia plain. The thick snow had covered every inch of the earth.
A small black figure was walking slowly on the vast snowy plain. It doesn't suggest that this figure was so strong that he even wandering in such bleak winter. Lack of food and other essentials, this Soviet boy obviously couldn't have a strong and tall built like his fathers of Czar Empire. He dragged on the snow, then stopped. He tried to wrap his worn out coat tighter with a hard sniffed of the bitter air. After his attempt of resisting the cold wind in vain, he dragged his frozen leg from the snow with difficulty and made his another aim to step forward. But he fell down into the snow because of losing balance.
The bleak wind blew through the snowy plain. The boy was half buried in the snow, however, he would rather laid in the snow than put his heavy bag down so he could stand. He carefully hold his bag closed to him and slowly supported himself. He finally successfully picked himself up again, then continued drag himself on the snow towards the dim dark in the distance.
Thank Madonna. The boy told to himself. The smooth chanting sound in the church was still fill in the ear. He still well remembered two hours ago, how the kind people shared some pieces of rye bread after the service. He knew that how eager his stomach and mind want them, but he just controlled himself. I have to give them to my mother. He told to himself again and again and forced himself move quicker. She has starved for days.
The Madonna must knew the boy's mind. This night was incredibly starry and quiet. Faint but extreme beautiful light shedding mildly. He raised his head, was a bit amazing that to find a light green "cloud" first seemly floating, then began to dance ballet between the stars. The Madonna's scarf was waving.
Aurora…Magnetic storm…Solar… Random thoughts flew in the boy's mind. He hold the heavy bag closer. Inside the bag were not just the Bible and bread, but also some materials of geology, which were hard to rent. Who could image that the vast, quiet snowy plain now was boundless lava flow billion years before? Who knew why? The boy was curious about it.
A strange humble sound suddenly broke the quiet air. He alertly raised his head but found nothing. However, the sound appeared again and grew stronger and stronger. He finally stopped and searched carefully in the sky. When he distinguished what was in the sky, his heart almost stopped beating.
The F-15 Jet! They are coming!
Although the boy had no idea of who scrapped the agreement or push the button first, he knew that millions of Soviet people would fight again like 4 decades ago. But now he couldn't think anymore. He pull his leg from the snow then jumped into the snow band near him.
Strange. He felt a bit odd just when he stepped into the bank. The air raid siren should have been heard before he saw the jet! He remembered the plane, was more astonished to find that the plane was in extremely bright color. He couldn't believe in himself. The plane was…white…and red? Who idiot would paint their baby like this?
If the color of plane did was a illusion, it was more strange now—no missiles actually! There indeed was some other odd sound that had no business to do with missiles. They sounded like something metallic bumping and thrust into the snow. But they were faint and disappeared very soon.
The boy carefully stuck his head out and made a quick glance. Only dark grey snow under the starry sky and the dim house and forest in the distance. Madonna. He pulled his body from the snow bank and dusted himself down.
Several events occurred together just when he stepped out. There was a tight thud and a quake on the land, as well as a giant shadow covered him. The boy shifted his head, only to drop down into the snow.
Madonna! the Yeti!
Before he could react, a huge cubic hand swept toward him. He only felt a tight strike on his head before falling unconsciously into the snow.
A/N: This story may contain some political and religion issues. I know now it's not a very good time to put such topic like this here, nevertheless, those issues are just the backgrounds not the main topic of this story. So please relax. I also apologize to those who do believe in Orthodox Christianity. I don't know much about it, though. The reviews are welcome.