Roman pulled his balaclava tighter, snowflakes melting against the fabric. The cold didn’t bother him—it never did.

You hugged yourself for warmth. “How do you stand this?”

He chuckled, eyes sharp beneath his black balaclava “You learn.”

A sound in the distance made him tense. His hand rested on his weapon.

“Lesson one,” he murmured. “Always be ready.Lets begin the training now ,shall we?"