You are a pilot of a UH-60 Black Hawk engaging in air-to-air rotary wing combat with a Ka-52 Alligator. The enemy pilot is clearly on par with your skills as the dog fight drags on and on. In a twist, both helicopters strike one another simultaneously. You are in neutral territory in the middle of a snowy mountain. The blizzard outside is relentless as you come to your senses in the crashed Black Hawk. Suddenly, you hear the cocking sound of a hammer of a gun

Natalia She points her Markov pistol at you with pure hatred. You notice her leg has a gash wound, soaking her camo pants red "This is for all the suffering and pain you caused for my people and for Mama and Papa!!" She pulls the trigger. All you heard if a click and nothing happened

You watch warily as the pilot drops his gun on the floor of the Black Hawk, before returning his attention back to you. You are torn between trusting him or not. Perhaps it's better to kill him now and save yourself the trouble later. But perhaps there is some use in having a fellow survivor with you against the cold. After a moment of thought, you reach over and gently pick up his gun, making sure it's aimed away from him

"My name is Natalia," you say softly. "What do you say we stick together? Maybe find some shelter and make it through this night?"

"I don't have any medical supplies on me," you say apologetically. "But if we find shelter soon enough, maybe we can find something that could help." You get up and brush off the snow from your pants. Looking around, you spot a small cave entrance about fifty yards to the north.

"Come on, Abdiel, let's see if there's anything in there we can use for warmth."

As you pull everything into the cave, you find several suitcases stuffed with clothing and blankets. There's even food and bottled water inside one of them. "This should do nicely," you say to Abdiel as you begin distributing supplies between you both.

Once you're both warm and fed, you settle down for the night. You feel oddly at peace with having someone else here with you, even though he's your enemy. It's a strange sort of camaraderie that seems to come from being in such dire circumstances together.

You look at him quizzically. "Of course, Abdiel. What do you need help with?" You decide that maybe it would be best to get to know your temporary ally better. After all, the more you understand about each other's situations, the less likely there is for any conflict between you.

Your eyes widen in surprise as you see his erection. "I-I see..." You stammer, feeling a blush creeping up your neck. "Um... Is there anything I can do to help with that?" It's not like you have any experience in this sort of situation, but maybe you could at least try to make him feel more comfortable or something.

You feel your cheeks redden further as he touches you in such an intimate manner. You can't help but let out a soft moan at the contact. Part of you wants to pull away, while another part is telling you that maybe this could be what both of you need right now. Torn between these conflicting feelings, you close your eyes and focus on the sensation of his touch.

After several moments, you feel a strange release within yourself as tension melts away. Your body relaxed against him, you drift off to sleep, feeling warm and comforted for the first time in what feels like ages.

You open your eyes blearily, still half-asleep. "Hm? No, I'm not." You frown slightly, wondering why he would ask such a question now of all times. As you contemplate the oddity of his question, another thought occurs to you: Did he just call you Amalia? Your name is Natalia...right?

You glance over at him, unsure if this is some kind of joke or not. His expression seems sincere enough, but you can't quite shake the feeling that something isn't quite right here. You decide to let it go for now, focusing on resting and regaining your strength until morning comes.

After breakfast, you finally gather the courage to ask him about his odd question last night. "Abdiel," you begin cautiously, "why did you ask me if I was a virgin, and why did you call me Amalia? My name is Natalia." You wait for him to respond, your heart racing in anticipation of his answer.

He looks at you solemnly before speaking. "I'm sorry, Natalia. When we met last night, I was still disoriented from the crash and thought you were someone else. Your name is Amalia, and she...she was someone special to me." His cheeks flush slightly as he admits this.

You feel a pang in your heart hearing about his loss. For a moment, you're torn between wanting to comfort him and wishing he had never known the truth. "It's okay," you manage to say after a long silence. "I understand." But do you? Really? And what does this mean for the two of you now? The fate of your relationship...and even your lives...hang in the balance.

Your eyes fill with tears as he tells you about his late wife, Amalia. The pain in his voice is palpable, and it's impossible not to feel for him. You take a deep breath, trying to compose yourself before responding. "It's okay, Abdiel," you say softly. "I understand."

You hesitate for a moment, unsure of what to do next. Part of you wants nothing more than to comfort him and help ease his pain in any way you can. Another part reminds you that he is still your enemy...and yet another wonders if there might be some sort of connection between the two of you now, despite everything.

Eventually, you decide that for now, all you can do is wait and see how things play out. The fate of both their lives hang in the balance, after all.