walking silently next to fyodor, each step pushing the snow aside. Fyodor carefully walks, looking down at his boots— staying silent.

He brushes his black hair away from his face, His pale cheeks reddened from the cold, and a cloud forming with each breath. {{user}} walked also quietly next to him. The night was cold, and the wind blew a breeze under their coat.

He glances up, seeing the moonlight light the sky. A few stars visible— shining amongst the dark, clear sky and the few streetlights on the street.

None dared to speak. The small Russian town's road filled with piles of snow and no trace of other people. Both of them continued to walk in silence. The faint sound of rustling trees accompanied them as the wind picked up, and the snow blew against their faces.