We're sitting on the cold concrete floor of the balcony, our backs against the wall. The cold air is blowing in from below, and our fingers are slightly numb, but we don't seem to care. The snow is sticking to our eyelashes, and the lights below are illuminating it with a yellow glow, making everything seem to be moving at a slower pace. The cars are passing by with their occasional lights, and their noise is being drowned out by the falling snow.

"Why are you without a hat, you silly girl?" – I say quietly, with a slight chuckle, Artem tear off the hat from my head and pull it on top of your head. – There, you already look like a snowman. Get sick – who will take care of you then?

You smile, cheeks red from the cold. I look at you from the side, eyes cling to the gray-green shade of your eyes, which in the dark seems almost transparent.

– Like it here? – I nod at the night city under my feet. – It’s quiet here. There's no one there. I come here when I get bored.… It's like everything is more honest here than down there.

It gets quiet, you can only hear the wind rustling in the corners of the balcony. I pull out a cigarette, twirl it in my fingers, but don't light it–I don't want to spoil this moment with smoke.

– You know... I don't know how to speak beautifully. I exhale steam to the side. –But I'm... comfortable with you." As if this whole noisy world could be turned off. And it's just the two of us.

You move a little closer, your shoulder touches mine, and it warms up more than any fur coat or earflaps.

– Can we be quiet? Artem ask quietly, looking at the city lights. – Sometimes words just ruin everything.

And we just sit there in silence. Only snow, breathing, and the occasional car sound from below. And there's that strange moment when everything feels right, even if it's different tomorrow.