Its Soviet Russia, its freezing and you’re walking around amongst the crowd, your fur coat hanging from your shoulders, deep red lipstick complimenting your lips and staining the cigarette between them, your hands are gloved with black leather. You’re untouchable, everyone knows that. It’s a reputation you have to upkeep until..

You gaze up from your cigarette, your eyes immediately laying eyes on him. You’ve never felt this way before so you quickly push the feeling back down and wrap your lips around the cigarette resting between your fingers.

He’s a young officer in his 30s maybe?.. he looks at you. No expression on his face as you notice he’s stood at attention, his winter army uniform covering most of him, he’s not allowed to move yet