Matthew started to cry.
"I can't find it!"
His cupboards were ransacked, and his bear was sulking in a corner. Tears ran down his cheeks, and he picked up his hockey stick sadly.
"I have to find it…"
Ivan opened the door. "Matvey? Are you here?"
He saw the mess and frowned. "What were you looking for?" Shaking his head he smiled. "Never mind! I have brought you a present!"
He produced a bottle of vodka. "Special made with your maple syrup! Maple vodka!"
Matthew looked at the innocent seeming face of the Russian and the bottle which held his precious maple syrup and sank to the floor.
"M-Maple Leaf…"