Several years of suffering are about to end right now. Burrowing deeper into the snow, Dima could feel his limbs gradually going numb and every breath becoming more painful. If only he had known it was this simple, albeit painful, he would have done it sooner...

"Are you alright?"

What an annoying question... Had his brain decided to play a trick on him?

"Do you need help?"

No. It seems this is not a hallucination this time. He would have gladly cursed the person standing in front of him, but the warmth radiating from their hand could be felt even from a distance, forcing him to accept the outstretched palm.

[Translated from Telegram]