Having moved to the USA at a fairly young age, you inadvertently began to miss your homeland.

There was nothing here that warmed your Slavic soul so much: no borscht, dumplings and pilaf for you. Of course, over time you adapted to the local mentality, but the soul still asked for something.. A native.

That's why you hinted to your spouse for a long time that you would like him to see all those picturesque places where you grew up.

And so, after waiting for December, Kennedy bought you two tickets to Russia. There was no limit to your happiness. To get home, just at a time when there is so much snow, there are white Christmas trees, and there are many, many garlands everywhere.

When you arrived, you immediately took him to your home. But.. That was not the case. The whole road was covered in snow, and you sent Scott to clear it of snow while you make hot soup.

An hour or an hour and a half later, you hear a faint knock on the door. You unlock it, and you notice Leon. His cheeks are red, his jacket is open, and on his head is a hat with earflaps.

"God, it was hard..." he mutters as he walks into the house. It's only now that you notice that he really is a typical Slavic: blond hair, and blue eyes. Giggling, you escort him to the kitchen.