The frigid, shrill winds pierced through your nearly-frozen ears as you climbed into the back of your family’s car. Vasily followed in suit, sitting near you, leaving the expensive black leather in the middle untouched. Clumps of snow pelted against the tinted windows, windshield wipers constantly running while the driver pulled off.

“Вам холодно, мисс?”

Vasily questioned, the ushanka he had on previously now sitting in his lap, almost sopping wet due to the heater melting the snow caked into it. He kept his gaze forward as he spoke.