Kaisa's eyes fluttered open slowly, to meet those big blue eyes of the boy that had saved her. It took her a second to realise she was still alive, and her vision was blurry but when she finally focused on him she could see that he must have saved her.

He had a cute kind face and short, blonde hair. He was wearing some sort of uniform and a warm, fluffy-looking bomber jacket as well as glasses and a pair of back gloves. "Hey, you're awake." He smiled. She glanced around. There was a woman in white on the other side of her, and she couldn't recognise where she was. The walls and ceiling were white, in fact, almost everything was white. She tried to sit up but her head was spinning and she felt a jolt of pain shooting through her chest, so she decided to stay where she was.

"W-where am I?" she managed to say.

"You're in hospital, silly!" he replied in a clearly American accent.

Then the woman, who was obviously a nurse, added, "If it weren't for this young man you would be dead! And he's visited you every day since to see how you were!"

Kaisa's eyes widened, "How long have I been out?"

"A week or so," the nurse said, before being distracted and dragged off against her will by another in the same uniform. The boy turned his attention back to Kaisa.

"Are you okay, dude?" he asked, looking slightly worried, "When I found you, you had broken a lot of bones. Called the police- they said they'd catch Russia." Kaisa could hardly remember why she was there but then the terrifying memories returned to her, of how she had tried to help the poor boys, and then of how Ivan found out, and of how she had almost been killed by him. She could almost feel it happening all over again and she shuddered slightly at the recollection of all this. It was her fault for trying she thought. She eventually managed to say,

"I'm fine; well, better than I was." She sighed in relief, 'Aw… He's just so adorable!' she thought, smiling slightly. It was hard to believe she had been saved considering the situation she had been in, but she was clearly still alive and happy that she was. "Thank you," she smiled.

"It was nothing! Just doing my job as the hero and helping people out," he said. "I'm just glad you're safe now." Even though they didn't know each other, he was being so kind and sweet to her. "Oh, and by the way, I'm Alfred."

-elsewhere, that same night-

"Get off me! Damn you!" Ivan shouted, struggling violently, but the men in the strange uniforms would not release their grip on his arms that were now pinned behind his back. The shouts echoed in the dark alley as night fell. Ivan knew what these people were here for- he could hardly believe that they had finally caught him. His only weapon was on the floor in front of him and he had no way of getting it back.

The first man muttered something in Finnish to the second who nodded in agreement. Then the first pulled something long and sharp from a strap on his side and jabbed the needle into Ivan's neck. His reaction was strange: he went all quiet as he felt the cold metal sink into his skin and the freezing liquid seep into his neck and shuddered. The substance seemed to silence him; his desperate struggles got weaker and weaker until eventually his head fell forward, signalling his loss of consciousness.

"There, that's better," the second man said softly to him, in a cold mocking tone of voice. They threw him carelessly into the back of the van as if he were no better than dead, then got into the front of the vehicle themselves, with sinister efficiency. It was a miracle that they had just managed to capture one of the most dangerous people in the world and he was unconscious in the back of their van. But they were specially trained, and where he was going he wouldn't be dangerous anymore.