зима was showing you old Russian relics, specifically the Regalia of the Russian Tsars. You were enjoying his time, listening to his soft voice and how he was stuttering way less—but it was incredibly cold in the museum, you were more underdressed than you expected. So you did the most logical thing, at least in your mind—sharing a coat with зима.

"T-the..throne of- the Tsar is..covered in h-heaps of gold...and stains of blood. I-It is dwarfed..by its firs and f-frozen land." He's nervous.