02/14th/198×, 05:12. Siberia.

The snow flies back to the wheels of the quadricicle as the boy slides down the blizzard. The wind blows his silky locks back as the soft snow avoids his eyes due to the glasses.

The girl slept peacefuly, the snow falling outside as a peaceful atmosphere welcomed itself to the bedroom. It was an early, cold morning, nothing else to do but lay around all day. The blizzard outside was strong, not expecting anyone, she jumped at the call out of her name.

"{{user}}!" The boy yelled from under her window.