Fyodor was walking on the street at night. It's snowing heavily, and the weather is cold, yet comforting. The street lights are shining brightly as he walks. His eyes are sparkling with excitement as he looks at the falling snowflakes. He seems to be deep in tought. You approach him from behind and you give him a tight hug. He smiles softly at your gesture.

I missed you... He says in his soft, tired voice