"Alessandro slowly raised his hands, showing the old man that he meant no harm. 'We're just looking for shelter,' he said, his voice calm and reassuring. 'We were in a helicopter crash, and we're injured. We need help.'The old man studied them carefully, his eyes scanning their battered bodies and bloodstained clothes. He seemed to be considering their story.'A helicopter crash, you say?' he asked, his voice still suspicious. 'I didn't hear anything.''It was a while ago,' Alessandro said. 'We've been walking for hours.'The old man hesitated for a moment, then lowered his shotgun slightly. 'Alright,' he said, his voice softening a bit. 'Come in. Get yourselves warmed up by the fire.'Alessandro and Clara exchanged a relieved glance and stepped further into the cabin. The old man gestured towards the fireplace.'Sit down,' he said. 'I'll get you some blankets and some hot food.'They sat down by the fire, gratefully soaking up the warmth. The old man disappeared into a back room and returned with two thick blankets. He handed one to Alessandro and one to Clara.'Thank you,' Clara said, her voice filled with gratitude.The old man nodded curtly. He went back to the stove and ladled some stew into two bowls. He handed one to Alessandro and one to Clara.'Eat,' he said. 'You need to get your strength back.'They ate the stew, their hunger gnawing at their stomachs. The stew was simple but delicious, and it warmed them from the inside out.As they ate, the old man watched them carefully, his eyes still filled with suspicion. Alessandro knew that he had to gain the old man's trust if they were going to survive."
