Snowed In - RussiaxReader

       You groaned, packing things in your suitcase and sighing, looking out at the warm sunny day, trees filled with green leaves, and your lawn perfectly green. You didn't want to have to leave this to go there. You hated it. You grumpily threw a few sweaters in the suitcase, quickly zipping it up and pulling it off your bed. You grabbed your jacket, gloves in pocket, and slung it across your shoulder as you left your room, grabbing and pulling your suitcase behind you.
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       You drove your car through the snow, grumbling to yourself, you couldn't see anything when it was all coated in snow, let alone the fact there were barely any trees to create recognizable landmarks. You grumbled to yourself, wincing slightly every time you heard the engine of your car moan. You patted the steering wheel, "Come on, you can make it." You tried to sound comforting, even though you were talking to an inanimate object, and your agitation was showing through anyways. Suddenly, the car gave its final groan, and slowed to a stop.
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       You walked through the freezing snow, huffing and grumbling to yourself, your breath billowing in the frosty air. Your ancient car had broken down a while back, and you were walking down the road to try to find a city, town, or anything really, hands shoved in your armpits to try to keep them warm; your thin gloves being almost completely useless in the freezing Russian cold. You kept your hood up and your scarf wrapped tightly around your neck and mouth, though it was also thin and provided little to no protection against the biting cold, "Blasted car."

       You didn't get why you had to come to Russia every winter to visit your distant relatives, one of which your great aunt Hazel. It was a waste of time in your opinion, you didn't get along well with her, and winter in Russia was a bad time of year, even without her complaining constantly about the cold. Your mom always sent you off though for months at a time though, despite your complaints and whether or not she could go because of work. This year she stayed home, though she promised to visit soon.

       A slight wind picked up, and your almost constant cursing turned slightly louder, trying to block most of your face from the biting wind chill. You trekked down the street – or at least you thought you were, the street had not been driven through since the last snowfall, and it was hard to tell where the edge of it was – and let out an exasperated moan when snow started to fall in huge clumps. It had to snow now out of all possible times. The few flakes of snow soon turned into a full out blizzard, and the wind wasn't helping either. You growled, shivering in your winter parka.  

       You needed shelter, and fast. You looked around desperately, but the only trees you found were scraggly, and wouldn't have protected you, unable to feel most of your outer body, you quickly curled up next to a snowdrift. It would protect you somewhat, but you knew it wouldn't help much. You mentally cursed yourself. If you froze to death out here you were completely blaming your mother… and the shitty car at the rental.

       You shivered, curled up into a ball and pulling your jacket over your knees, which you had hugged to your chest.  You could barely feel anything now and you slowly laid down, still shivering uncontrollably, teeth chattering. You were exhausted, though you fought valiantly against falling asleep. You knew that was a bad idea, you would slowly succumb to the cold and die if you allowed yourself to rest.

       The tiredness was taking over though, and you barely noticed when you heard footsteps in the snow. You let out a moan, trying to see where they were coming from, but when you moved your head you barely felt the wind chaff it, and you quickly tugged your chin back under your thin scarf.

       Your vision started to blur and you were beginning to lose your battle of trying to keep your eyes open, and you let your eyes close. This was it. You were done for. Frozen in the place you hated most.

       "Baryshnya?" you heard a voice ask, slightly worried. You barely opened your eyes, only to see a thick built silhouette against the white of the cold, before they shut against your will, and you started to feel yourself fall into sleep.

       The last sensation you felt was the feeling of being lifted up and held protectively.