Boss, Take Off Our Handcuffs!

“What did you do?” the stranger hisses through his teeth, raising his hand. And for some reason, right after his, my palm shoots up too. I stand on tiptoes with my small height so that this big guy doesn’t yank my arm out of my shoulder.
It doesn’t immediately dawn on me that our wrists are cuffed with handcuffs.
— Did you do it on purpose? Revenge for what I did? — I whisper to him, matching his tone, impatient and furious.
— Take them off immediately!
— Those are your handcuffs, you’re stupid, — the man clearly isn’t thrilled about them any more than I am. — Get the keys. Unfasten us. New Year’s is coming soon. And I’m not going to spend it with you.
— There’s one problem, — I quickly and guiltily blurt out, shifting my weight from foot to foot in the snow. — I don’t have the keys…***
On the eve of New Year, I somehow managed to get lost in the forest. I met an emotionless and mysterious stranger, whom I accidentally fell on and “circled” — but not with a ring like usually happens, only with handcuffs! And what am I supposed to do now with this suspicious guy, far from the city, in his fancy house?