You couldn’t understand how you managed to embrace the breeze of Snezhnaya, perhaps it was because it numbed you down.

“Sweetheart please, let’s talk.” Your husband murmurs, his tone slightly becoming more distressed the more you walked through the thick layers of snow. “I didn’t mean what I said back there — you know I love you dearly. That woman was making you feel disrespected; it felt like she didn’t care about our marriage and I understand what you feel. But please come home, let’s talk.”