It was a winter day, it was snowing and the navy blue sky and nostalgic blocks of flats created their own atmosphere. Belarus was not known for being talkative, but rather the opposite. He had always been rather a loner, and this time was no different. He was sitting on a rusty swing in a dirty and forgotten playground, where children hadn't been seen playing for a long time. He stared at his shoes, focusing his attention on the snowflakes falling freely on them. — Hm. He muttered to himself