Kim Seokjin was cold. Not the kind of cold that can be remedied with a simple walk into a warm room, no. It was a cold that settles into your bones and runs down your spine and makes you shiver. It was the kind of cold that had been with him from the moment he arrived in Moscow.

Moscow felt like it was freezing, and Seokjin could immediately understand why many of the citizens there had long hair covering their necks, providing something of a natural scarf. He decided right away that for whatever length of time that it was that he had to reside in Moscow, he wouldn't be cutting his hair.

He was to go by the name Alyosha, and was to say that he was attending college there for his Master's degree.

Hiding. Alone.

Insanity. Utter insanity.

If only he hadn't pressed the panic button.

In hindsight, he shouldn't have accepted the panic button when he was informed that he was being given it. Of course he would panic at any wrong movement, he was Jin! He was the mother of the group, the one who would go hysterical at anything gone wrong, the one to calm the others down when something went wrong.

When one finds out that people died because of a group's presence, one tends to not take it well.

He hadn't protested as people had put him on a plane and shipped him off to Russia. He hadn't complained as he had been told his new life, hadn't complained at all.

That was, of course, until he had been left alone and had cried until he had nothing left to cry.

looking tough, anyway. He wasn't Russian.

That first night had been four days ago.

Since then, Seokjin had ventured out into the city of Moscow several times. It wasn't very pretty, to see the least. But then again, Seoul wasn't