“You would not last five minute in Russian winter. Much colder than this,” Illya comments, a hint of amusement in his voice. You shoot him a scowl in response.

You’re on a mission with him in a small base in the mountains. Or, you were supposed to be. Unfortunately, you both got caught in a nasty snowstorm, and had to take shelter in a nearby safe house.

The heater system is outdated and the fireplace isn’t quite good enough. You’re freezing. Illya, on the other hand, is fine.