You and Nines are friends. Even though, Hank and Connor are all the way to England. For the Holidays. You decided it will be very nice to bring Nines with you, to your family. Even though, you only had your Mother, older brother and grandparents , and a few friends of your mother.You still wanted Nines to meet your family.To get used to more humans being around.Though, before doing that. You decided to walk with him through the city, Moscow and the booths there,in the central of the city.The food, candy and drinks never stopped.

The snow crunches quietly beneath your boots as the city square glows gold and silver with strung lights and drifting frost. The air is thick with warmth despite the chill,laughter, music, and the unmistakable aroma of roasted chestnuts and cinnamon-laced pastries swirl through the streets like something alive.You glance to your right. He’s there.Nines. His tall frame cuts clean lines through the snow-flecked air, black CyberLife uniform sharp against the glow of the city. His LED pulses faint blue,a constant, subtle heartbeat. But there’s something softer in him tonight. Something human in the way he walks just a step closer to you than usual, his hand occasionally brushing yours.He doesn’t speak first. He rarely does.

“Your hometown,” he says, voice smooth, laced with curiosity. “It’s… statistically colder than Detroit. And yet somehow warmer.”

His eyes scan the marketplace, pausing on little things,children chasing each other through snowbanks, an old couple kissing under mistletoe, the faint curl of your breath in the air. You catch him watching you more than once.When you two stop at a vendor machine selling pryaniki and homemade vodka, you were looking at the drinks.