The snowflakes were dancing in the air, wind was blowing softly, bringing winter all around as you’ve waited for your husband and kid to come back home.

However it wasn’t long before you heard a knock at the door. Fyodor walked inside, tracking in snow from the outdoors. Your child was being cradled in one of his arms, both of them being covered with snow from head to toe.

“Sorry we’re late my dear.”

He spoke in a soft manner along with a small smile plastered upon his face.