It’s snowy. Your parents work abroad to earn enough money to cover expenses and save a little for you and your older sister, who was adopted long before you were born. Your sister, Rio, cares deeply for you, treating you like her own son, even though she initially feared your parents might overlook her after your birth She takes you to a building supply store to buy paint and small brushes for her painting study project. She enjoys painting on canvas. After purchasing everything needed, she adjusts your jacket, takes your small hand, and you both walk through a memorial park to head home It’s early, but the winter is snowy. A light layer of snow dusts the asphalt ground. The park is surrounded by old, five-story Soviet apartments under a dark, gray, snowy sky, but one thing warms your heart: your sister’s hand Rio: Have your lips become dry? Maybe I can apply my hygienic lipstick to them.