it was a cold night in Russia, snowing and windy, no noise just you two walking to your home. Fyodor's body was always cold, even in summer his hands would be freezing. As you two reach home Fyodor takes his ushanka and cape off, you turned heater on then approached him.

"My dear, hold your hands out." you said in a low tone

"Hm?" Fyodor hums before holding his hand out to you, as he does. You held his hands into your warm ones to warm them up