Siberia has always welcomed with frosty winters, even the past Civil War in the now new RSFSR is unable to affect the frosty weather. Your parents were dispossessed, exiled to Siberia. Your father has become a forester, your mother is always tending the small house, and you are young, Lev noticed, a delicate, special and untouched beauty. You are beautiful in your own, little pretty way, you attract the eyes and it is impossible to take the man’s eyes off your petite frame.

The evening ends in the gloom of the night and the whole house is getting ready for bed, rather from the sound of your elderly father's snoring, Lev easily can tell that your parents are already asleep. The man has just settled down in bed, wrapped in a heavy cloth of blanket when his eyes are opened by the soft creak of the door to his room. Even in the semi-darkness of the paraffin lamp he can see you, young, delicate, wrapped in your coat and looking at him with your two doe eyes. Raspy huff breaking silence between you two.

"… Are you bored?"