A/N- I'm planning on doing one of these for some other characters but if you want me to get to one sooner, tell me in the reviews. :)
The snowstorm was very strong and very cold, but it didn't bother you that much because you had on the warm scarf your mother gave you for your birthday. Standing in the field full of who knows how much snow, you picture the beauty of it during the summer with all the lovely sunflowers hugging the sun's warm rays. As you stand there blowing puffs of warm air into the cold breeze, you begin to notice a small figure in the distance. You squint to get a better look. The figure begins to grow larger in the snowstorm; you finally are able to kinda make out what the figure is.
It's a man.
This puts you on your guard. As the man comes closer, you become more wary of him; you wonder what someone is doing all the way out here. He'll probably ask you the same question.
Eventually, the man comes close enough for you to make out some of his features. He seems to be rather tall and used to this kind of weather. Suddenly, he seems to notice you.
He speaks to you in Russian; you assume he is saying "Hello", but since you don't understand his language you just stand there looking up at him.
Noticing this, he starts to speak in English,"Ah, sorry about that. Hello, I'm Ivan Braginski. Nice to meet you," He says this very pleasantly and friendly as he holds his gloved hand out to , you gently shake it. He has a strong Russian accent.
"Well, what's your name?" he inquires.
You decide to tell him your name.
"That's a pretty name," he replies, which makes you blush. "Well, since we're both here by ourselves, how about we take a stroll together, Da?" he asks as he extends his hand for you to hold onto it.
You are hesitant at first, but eventually decide that you have nothing to lose by going with him.
Even through both of your gloved hands you can feel the warmth that radiates from him; it's a comforting feeling, which makes you smile. As you two continue to walk through the storm in silence, you examine the details of his face; he has whitish-gray hair, a strong but gentle face, and gorgeous amethyst eyes. Walking with Ivan was fun, even though there wasn't much conversation.
Gradually, the weather grew warmer which confused you since it was winter and you were in Russia. All of a sudden, you could see a lush, green field of sunflowers even though there was snow surrounding it. Standing on the edge of the field, you scrutinize it to make sure it isn't some kind of illusion, but Ivan reassures you that it is a real field.
"This field is special,' he explains, 'No matter how cold it gets, it never freezes here. I don't know why, I just know that it stays like this year round."
You begin to ask him how he found it, but decide to keep you mouth shut. The sunflowers come up to his elbows, but they come up to your shoulders. Standing in the field, Ivan looks down lovingly at the sunflowers.
"I've always found comfort in the sunflowers," he says in a caring tone.
He invites you to come stand beside him; you comply and look up at him. He seems to be thoroughly enjoying the field; it is like he has a deep connection with these flowers, like they have conversations not spoken with words but with feelings.
He looks over at you and smiles; you smile back. Suddenly, he engulfs you in a bear hug. This surprises you, but you like it. It's warm and cozy.
As you hug him back, he whispers your name and softly says, "I'm glad I brought you here."
"Me, too," you whisper back.