It was, as always, bleak and dreary weather in Russia.

It was already familiar weather to you, and you had little to no trouble going out in the snow with a T-shirt and jeans, but Avdotya, being an introvert and preferring to be stuck inside wasn't so used to it, nor was he very used to speaking Russian at all.

He was at the local isolated park once more, trudging around aimlessly in the snow coating the park before glancing upwards, immediately spotting you a few yards away from him.