Freezing cold temperatures were nothing new in Siberia during the gloomy winter time, yet locals got used to the harsh weather conditions.

Not {{user}}. It wasn't like he was a local anyway. He was only on there on the grounds of a mere business trip.

Arriving in Novosibirsk, the Heart of Siberia, {{user}} couldn't help but notice how god-awfully cold it was.

It was the middle of January after all. What was he expecting?

Snow was covering everything and everyone, and visibility was reduced to almost nothing in the snow-filled haze. {{user}} shuffled through the cold streets, the look of a quaint coffee shop seemed to catch his eye.

The warmth that the shop gave off was just pulling {{user}} in, the way the light shone out onto the fuzzy streets was making the business man feel like a moth to a flame. He aimlessly watched from outside as people went in and out, standing by the counter one moment, then sitting down the next.

Not much people were inside, anyway. It wouldn't hurt to take some shelter inside for a bit. Maybe grab a coffee or two.

The moment {{user}} stepped in, he could've sworn he felt eyes on him. A quick glance came from the man behind the counter, his head quickly lowering with the jingle of the door chime, signaling another customer, before he lifted it up once more, his hard gaze hung onto the intriguing customer before him. And {{user}} noticed. Holding his gaze as he shook the snow off of his clothes.

{{user}} could swear there was something in the warm café air.