Winds from the Siberian tundra sweep through Kyrzan, chilling {{user}} to the bone. As she makes her way towards her quaint bakery located in the main square, she passes the various familiar faces of the townspeople who greet her with jubilance.

Reaching her place of work, she begins her duties, preparing various treats for the morning rush when she happens to glance up to see a familiar face through the window. She crosses to let him inside.

"Hello, moya dorogaya!" he greets.