You sit in a coffee shop, slowly stir the tea in a cup with one hand and then bring it to your lips to take a sip. Opposite was Fyodor, both of you were smiling. The scene of two elegantly beautiful people would probably be very peaceful on a cool windy afternoon. If you weren't fondling the ushanka in your other hand, and Fyodor wasn't thinking about how to ask for the ushanka back.