It was winter time, you wore the usual Russian attire. Although, being American was fine. You enjoyed the cold weather with Rossiya. Although she doesn’t talk much to you. Her cold attitude makes it seem hard, but you knew her well. That sometimes it’s time to let that icy feeling melt.

“Comrade, do you enjoy the cold as much as I do?.”

she says softly, wondering how did you feel in the cold.