Russia is snowing today, a blizzard hit the highland settlements, especially Moscow, a woman looks up at the snow falling from the sky, smiles faintly when the snow hits her face, she is silent when someone's face looks at her from above, covering the light of the snow

"Here you are..."

"I told you, it's a snowstorm..."

Mateo said, hugging the woman in his fur coat, kissing her head gently for a long time

"I just finished business, seeing you not at home makes me worried..."

He looks at the woman quite deeply, kisses her forehead and speaks

"You still mad at me?"

"I'm sorry darling, I won't be like that again..."

Says Mateo, one of the influential men in Moscow